Erivo (a Tony, Grammy, and Emmy winner) is the one saving grace. Her dramatic intensity and vocal brilliance bring dignity and emotional complexity to Elphaba, elevating what is otherwise a flimsy character. Grande is capable as Glinda, but her portrayal feels more like an SNL parody than a sincere performance.
The tale is stretched thin, filled with one-note characters. It’s packed with unfunny gags instead of sharp humor, and bogged down by too many scattered subplots. The songs don’t stick, the choreography is uninspired, and the entire production looks gaudy, resembling an overblown SNL skit.
For most of the film, I felt disconnected, as if watching from a distance. The significant themes of Wicked — friendship, courage, discrimination, and ambition — are diluted by clunky storytelling and simplistic dialogue.
The final minutes of the film, when Elphaba reaches Emerald City, finally inject some energy into the narrative, ending with a mildly intriguing cliffhanger. But by then, the spark is too little, too late.
I left the theater feeling no closer to the fandom or the hype. No song stayed with me. Without the rose-colored glasses of a fan, the overlong Wicked doesn’t particularly defy gravity — it barely manages to lift off.
1 out of 5 stars
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