Hooper is not my man for film musicals. He shoots everything the way he did in his film version of “Les Miz”: with a woozy hand-held camera for extra “immediacy” and “reality,” which is “stupid” in this context. The decision to present tiny little dancing mice and roaches, some of which are eaten by Rebel Wilson’s aggravating Jennyanydots, is merely one in a series of unfortunate events. As for Jennifer Hudson’s Grizabella: She sings the living daylights out of “Memory,” weeping what appear to be genuine human tears all over her digital fur through most every stanza. Whatever happened to taking care of the interpretation and leaving the crying to the audience?