Although the score is still exciting and it was passionately performed, the movie did not work. It had a lot of energy and it was never dull or embarrassing, but it made no sense. It seemed like a disconnected and choppy musical revue with no point. Adam Pascal was a hole on the screen and didn't bring any conviction to his scenes with Rosario Dawson (a sweet and sexy Mimi), so that the central relationship between them never came across. (Example--you didn't want to leave the vulgar, lively "La Vie Boheme" to follow them out into the snow and listen to them whine.) Tracie Thoms has a beautiful, strong voice and a great camera face and she managed a wonderful slow burn in response to the overacted antics of her screen partner, Idina Menzel. (Idina's features are frightening in closeup and she projected WAY too much--I thought she was about to swallow the camera. And why did she perform her first number with her hands folded across her throat--to keep her vocal chords from spilling out?) The rest of the cast was incredible, but there's no escaping the fact that they all looked, not only too old, but too healthy, toned, and well-fed--it was hard to believe any of them were on the verge of death.
In the end, I think this movie will be remembered like the movie versions of "Hair" and "The Who's Tommy" were remembered. All were wildly popular, rule-breaking, trend-setting projects, and all were filmed too late by clumsy, no-longer-hip directors. And all of them retain traces of their original excitement, even though none of them actually works as a movie.
I ask in all honesty/What would life be?/Without a song and a dance, what are we?/So I say "Thank you for the music/For giving it to me."