Bill Condon’s entertaining enough melodramatic musical fails to accomplish what it most needs to do: move us in tremendous ways.

That’s a boulder-sized problem given how this oft-told tale of a relationship between a romantic gay man in love with movies and an idealistic political rebel tenderly bond in a dank prison cell has consistently moved generations for decades.

We should be a blubbering mess by its end. Just doesn’t happen here.

As some know, “Kiss” originated as a novel, got made into a 1985 movie with Raul Julia and William Hurt (who won an Oscar for his criticized performance), and eventually underwent the big Broadway treatment, as it so often happens. Condon’s version throws a bit of everything from these various into the sauce and that overpowers the emotional impact.

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