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The Jonas Brothers 3-D Concert Experience
(* out of *****) That's one dimension per Jonas, which is about right: the singer thinks he’s Jagger, the frizzy one jumps about a lot, and the young one does a hideously unappealing squealy-anguish thing with his voice. Hate the songs. What a lot of hair they have. Don't ask me the names.
You've all long ago bookmarked the Tim Robey index, right? If not, I cannot guess why. Meanwhile, jewels of first-run critique like this as well as the delicious bon mots of the past I keep uncovering while doing my research and teaching on American film reviews have prompted a new sidebar fixture. "Wish I'd Written That" even applies in cases like the inaugural one, when I certainly don't wish I'd seen the movie, but I can enviously admire the succinct pertness of this response all the same. I'll figure out a place to archive these as they rotate; your job is to keep checking back.