A prison drama that keeps slipping into old-Hollywood fantasy ought to feel more jarring than this, but that’s part of the appeal. It’s caught between a repressive backdrop it never quite faces and a glossy escapism it clearly prefers, yet it stays watchable even when it drifts.
Jennifer Lopez is the main draw, and rightly so. She looks completely at home in the heightened musical world, giving it the star power and swagger it badly needs. Those sequences have real fizz: lush, gaudy, knowingly artificial. They’re also where Bill Condon feels most confident. Back in the cell, the film softens. The danger feels distant, which blunts the contrast the story relies on.
That’s the frustration. A film about fantasy as survival should make the escape feel necessary. Here, it feels optional. Still stylish, still odd, but never quite urgent.