I wouldn't go so far as to call this movie a 'crap-fest'. I have definitely sat through much worse. Given the time frame in which it was made, it could have been much, much worse than it actually was. I wouldn't call it a guilty pleasure, either. Though it wasn't a complete waste of time, it was awfully trite and clichéd. It plays like an extended music video, as well as seeming like a statement on the extreme boredom of Paul McCartney. (In Macca's defense, blogs didn't really exist then.) Although it's a didn't completely suck, Sir Paul really should stick to writing songs and leave screen writing to professionals. The music was good, of course- a nifty mix of classic Lennon/McCartney and originals. Some of the visuals were very interesting as well. Once again I must make the music video comparison here. But, overall, it must be said- though it's not a crap-fest, it's still extremely cheesy. A total cheese-fest. Yeah.
Review of Give My Regards to Broad Street
