Film review: Jonas Brothers RR Good—if you’re 12

It's almost beside the point that "Jonas Brothers: The 3-D Concert Experience" is well made. Millions of Jonas Brothers fans would flock to it even if it were shot on cell phones.

Kevin, Joe and Nick Jonas have a wholesome, youthful appeal that drives their almost exclusively pubescent female audience wild. One of the pleasures of the movie is the way it captures the peculiar sociological phenomenon of mass teenage adulation -- the screams, the outstretched arms, the hyperventilation and even the fainting from excitement.

At the nucleus of this wildly spinning atom are three apparently nice young men who say things like "Oh my gosh" and don't seem quite able to believe the fuss they cause.

The movie captures moments of several concerts they performed in California and at Madison Square Garden. Not a seat is empty at any of those shows, anywhere. And every single girl in every single seat knows every single word of every song.

The Jonases rock and bop and sing and dance their way through about a dozen songs, from "That's Just the Way We Roll" to "Hold On" to "BB Good" to an encore of "Tonight" -- plus they sing along with guest stars Demi Lovato and Taylor Swift.

The brothers famously write their own songs, which are musically solid and filled with catchy pop hooks, though nonfans may find themselves getting bored with the music after a while.

(Personally, the only song I'd like to hear twice is "Video Girl" -- but I'm not a 14-year-old girl).

Director Bruce Hendricks films the shows with at least five or six constantly moving cameras that alternate between the buoyant lads and their adoring fans. The brothers are high energy, at least for the first half of the concert; they run, they bounce, they twirl and, rather impressively, they perform acrobatic cartwheels and flips.

Between their antics and the DayGlo colors (with co-ordinated Glow Sticks), flashing lights, moderate pyrotechnics and more, the film is visually stunning to look at. The 3-D, of course, brings us right into the midst of the action.

The brothers occasionally throw guitar picks and sunglasses right at the camera for that coming-at-you 3-D effect, only these scenes are digitally manipulated. Other scenes are similarly enhanced, including a flock of birds flying past during one scene of actors playing lovers strolling through Central Park while the brothers pretend to be performing. This scene turns out to be just a music video, a crass attempt at marketing.

But with all this fake stuff thrown into what is otherwise real, we can't help thinking: The filmmakers are lying to the audience.