The music’s irresistible; the story, another biopic about another superstar junkie, is not. Hector Lavoe was a legend who is credited with blending Latin, jazz and pure New York vibrancy to create salsa. He’s played by Marc Anthony, a gifted musician whose covers of Lavoe’s tunes are almost worth sitting through the rest of this downer, but he’s not much of an actor. His enabling/berating wife Puchi is played with Oscar-baiting bitchiness by Mrs. Anthony, pet-project producer J.Lo, who has so many scenes she makes Hector seem like a supporting character. Recommendation: buy the soundtrack.
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