Music Review: 'A Hot Night in Paris' (1999)

Phil Collins must fancy himself quite the swinger. If he isn't swooping through the Tarzan jungle on Disney's leafy vine, he's moonlighting back behind the drum kit in a Benny Goodman-beefy bandstand outfit. Watch out for that tree! Collins' sans-vocal send-ups of old Genesis solo hits thud lifelessly to earth in this tepid French concert; Do we really need a sluggish sax 'n' brushes reading of ''Against All Odds'' in '99? ''Merci,'' Collins mumbles as the crowd claps politely. You'll be begging for mercy. C-