I attempted to see The Sapphires back in October but an over-subscribed screening forced me into the shoddy, tedious Premium Rush. And then it pretty much disappeared without trace.
After so much hype in the press and numerous freebie screenings for the public, it's a pity The Sapphires wasn't able to build on that publicity but, having finally caught it, it's not at all surprising. Pitched to cinema-goers who look for light entertainment rather than an education or emotional mauling, it was mentioned in the same breath as The Full Monty and even the sadly overlooked Kinky Boots. However, it's a very long way from the quality or magic of the former and is even in the shadow of the latter.
Wayne Blair's feature directorial debut is the story of four Aboriginal girls who sing together, bicker and wind up in Vietnam, in 1968, singing for the American troops, managed and escorted by the frequently inebriated Dave (Chris O'Dowd). And that's pretty much it.
There's a vague subplot about being ashamed of one's skin colour and a shy swipe at the white government of the time who took pale skinned Aboriginal children from their parents and placed them with white families to, um, whiten them, but it's barely worth bothering with here and was dealt with far better in last year's passable Oranges and Sunshine. One can't help feeling that if Blair had the balls to hit us really hard with the truth and punctuate it with the beautiful sounds of the music, he'd have a film that left its audience not knowing whether to cry with joy or horror and appreciating the power of both ends of the emotional scale. Instead he presents a mostly cheerful but ultimately bland waste of an evening.
Remove the singing and The Sapphires is an awkward, stilted, obvious and insipid film that is occasionally spiced up by some god-awful overacting – just wait for the moment the girls emerge from a Vietnamese bar and screech on the street for all the evidence you need. The principals generally work well together as an ensemble and, for the most part, are enjoyable. O'Dowd, largely known from The IT Crowd, holds the film together and is engaging and funny with a hint of depth to him but he, like the others, is ill-served by and shallow screenplay and nowhere to go.
Blair seems lost and relies too often on montages to propel a story he is unable to tell with pace, depth or real emotion. However, The Sapphires sing and it is worth spending the 103-minute running time in their company, though perhaps with a finger on the fast forward button. Better still, listen to the soundtrack and look at some photos of them.
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