God almighty, what on earth is this? An undigested mega pastry with all the wrong ingredients. Plodding, vulgar, uncinematic (I don't know if the word exists but if doesn't I've invented to sum up the ineptitude and ugliness of this production) Who's idea was the casting of the Phantom? Why? For heaven's sake, why? The poor girl Emmy Rossum, lovely voice, but somebody forgot to shout Action. She seems to float throughout the film as if under the influence of some very powerful tranquillizers. Not to mention the Count that ages at a much faster speed than Miranda Richardson, thank God. If this was the intention of the producers I would have gone all the way and call John Waters to direct it. Can you imagine the fun. As it stands it is a rather sub Zeffirelli pastiche with absolutely no redeeming qualities.
Review of The Phantom of the Opera
