“If there’s a more poorly directed film this year, I haven’t seen it. Hooper keeps the camera locked into a fisheye view of everybody’s nostrils just to prove they’re really singing, goddamnit. But maybe he should have realized that uncut tracks of Russell Crowe hoarsely flubbing notes are ‘authentic’ in the worst way possible. This is an aesthetic crime.” – The Improper Bostonian, 01/02/2013