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?