I’m a big London fan — and this is a complete misfire for me. Not a moment of it works for me. I completely concur with it being uncomfortable. I’d have rather her do Worst Pies, capturing her Lovett, if out of context. And then a separate Losing My Mind.
I wasn’t there, but, brother, Buckley and the Harlem Boys Choir resonate so powerfully. It’s very difficult not to get choked up.