I liked the musical numbers in The Greatest Showman. I liked them a lot! Like all good musical numbers, they help facilitate storytelling; they’re also bright, beautifully orchestrated, utterly joyful, and so compelling that I found myself tapping my feet through most of them. (The rest are not feet-tapping songs, which is to say that they are good, but necessarily somber.)
I did not like all of the garbage holding those numbers together! I really didn’t! That garbage sucks! P.T. Barnum was a total sleazebag, not a charming, swaggering hero! But lest I go into details that give away my review for Paste Magazine…uh, click the link to Paste Magazine. ‘S all I got.
A Constant Visual Feast 