Pretty stinkin’ bland.
How can a movie about a music hall in the days leading up to WWII be bland? Trust me, it can be done.
When a plot hole arised, I didn’t even have the energy to fight about it. I did, however, enjoy some of the songs and, I can not lie, the picture looked great. Little boy playing the accordian with the Cathedrale Notre Dame behind him? What’s not to like?