So, I spent a wonderful evening in the cinema, much needed after a week in bed with the flu. The wife decided that we watch 'The Greatest Showman', and being a Jackman fan (not fanatic, but fan), I couldn't say no.

And I was definitely entertained. SO much that I wanted to jump up and dance like a maniac in the middle of the theater, and probably get ridiculed by everyone there (which I hardly care about - as my wife says, I have no shame). All in all, I had a great time.

Until I read a few of the reviews. I wasn't exactly angry. I mean, everyone's entitled to their own opinion, but my God! Sure, there are the musical masterpieces (Les Miserables, anyone?) and there are the complete flops (can't think of any, I'm a sucker for musicals)...and then there's The Greatest Showman. A movie that is just entertaining, and for the simple reason of putting a smile on everyone's face.

And that's all the film really promised. It never promised to be a bioflick...all I expected was a lot of singing and dancing, and me sitting in my seat with a wide, stupid smile on my face.

So, despite the critics, thank you, Michael Gracey. You may not have directed an Oscar-winning movie, but you definitely gave me a night to remember :)

Cheers.