literally sings to the choir. If there ever was a movie made for fans, this is it. A concert film, with real life fan testimonials tucked in between the pop songs and show tunes, the music loses most of its context when there isn’t a storyline to play off of. What’s left is essentially karaoke with some nifty dance moves thrown in for good measure. Highlights include Lea Michele warbling through a Barbara Streisand tune; but when Mark Salling sings Fat Bottomed Girls it doesn’t sound so much like a Queen classic as it does the squealin