Boychoir - Film Review

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So you've always dreamed of shedding a few tears in the company of Dustin Hoffman. Well break out the tissues because Boychoir comes to the big screen April 23.

Stet has a talent, a very supportive school principal, a father who will not admit openly to fathering the child, and an alcoholic mother. When his mother is killed in an automobile accident, his father pays Stet's way into an elite boarding school for boy choristers. A position at the school cannot normally be bought, but money is no object to Stet's father who is willing to spend any amount to hide his son's existence from his family.

At the new school this angry young man is tested by staff and students alike, but comes through all his trials and tribulations. Choir Master Carvelle (Dustin Hoffman) recognises his talent and is determined to ensure that talent is realised. He pushes him to his limits, and also proves to be a great manipulator to ensure that Stet's place at the school is guaranteed despite some unacceptable behavioural outbursts.

I couldn't help comparing the school population with that of Hogwart's. Stet rises victorious like Harry Potter despite his upbringing. He is the nemesis of Devon, a Draco Malfoy look-alike who is extremely jealous of Stet's soprano voice and will go to any lengths to waylay Stet's successful trajectory. I'll leave you to deduce which staff members resemble Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.

Spoiler alert: Read no further if you do not wish to know that all's well that ends well, and all loose ends are neatly tied together. That's when you can join in with Dustin Hoffman and hope the lights don't come up before you can dab away a stray tear or two. There was quite a bit of nose blowing and sniffling as the audience prepared to vacate the theatre, and I don't think the new 'flu strain was to blame.

If you love a good fairy tale and appreciate the soaring unbroken voices of young boys, then Boychoir is for you.

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