The great film-maker Clint Eastwood has a habit of delivering pleasurable movies, filled with strong actors and wrapped up neatly in a satisfying cinematic experience. He's so gosh, darn great at delivering the quality goods, it's hard for most to single out one of their favourites Eastwood film.

His newest, "Jersey Boys," isn't his best but all-in-all it's not a bad film.  It just isn't Clint Eastwood great.

The film lifts a page directly from the Tony awarding winning play (Jersey Boys) which is the compelling story of the rise and rocky road to success of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons.

Eastwood employed a trick Broadway producers often forgot, no doubt influenced by the high produced by triple digit ticket prices: Leave them "hungry" and wanting more.

No stranger to exploring street tough characters, burdened by their machismo pride, he anchors those early scenes of street crime and bar life with welcome weight.

Their misadventures are scrappy and these young men of a era were desperate.  It was a crap shoot—fame—and when the band starts racking up No. 1s — fights over girls and money — despite being woefully predictable, does feel momentous.

Two of the Four Seasons were serious musicians, GOD gifted and dedicated to pop-music craftsmanship; two were regular "right place at the right time" guys from a mobbed up neighbourhood who made every effort to stay feeling outclassed.

There are many moments where the music saves the movie, much like it saved the men singing under a city street-light.

It's especially fine when John Lloyd Young (the Tony-winner who originated the Valli role on Broadway) uncorks that falsetto, and the sound of his voice washes away the film's minor infelicities.

In the third act, when the original Four Seasons reunite at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the sentiments that Frankie Valli shared, about the moment that meant most to his chart topping career he stated for history: "Four guys under a street lamp, when it was all still ahead of us, the first time we made that sound — our sound."

That's also one of the best moments in "Jersey Boys" and I challenge you not to leave the film singing and walking "like a man" because frankly " big girls don't cry."

Directed by Clint Eastwood. Written by Marshall Brickman and Rich Elice. Starring John Lloyd Young, Erich Bergen, Michael Lomenda, Vincent Piazza, Christopher Walken, Mike Doyle, and Renee Marino.