It’s stiff competition as to who gets the golden ticket, this is one hell of a starry cast that includes Taylor Swift, Rebel Wilson, Sir Ian McKellen and James Corden. But a cast of big names, with a jaw-dropping scale of production, didn’t translate to screen gold. There were too few ‘moments’ on-screen between them, no great connection or memorable interaction other than Victoria and Mr Mistoffelees and Victoria and Grizabella (Jennifer Hudson).

Talking of memories, the song Memory, sung by the shunned and broken Grizabella the Glamour Cat was truly breathtaking, for all the right reasons. Hudson went all in, snot streaming down her nose, tears flowing freely, camera closing in and able to put all that pain of being rejected into her performance. And what a performance it was. But vulnerable and honest moments are diminished by cardboard one-liners that went a lot like, “Look what the cat dragged in.” Another annoyance, Jason Derulo as a cat is something I don’t need to sit through again. His Cockney accent was as painful as Robert Pattinson’s French one in Netflix’s The King.

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