I vaguely remember seeing this film when it was released and barely remember much about it. That doesn't say much in favor of a film created by one of the world's most popular musicians of all time. Despite one good song, "No more lonely nights", this two-hour excursion of narcissism and nonsense will bore you to tears.
In retrospect I am reminded of Neil Diamond's valiant , but failed attempt at recreating The Jazz Singer, another bad film. But at least Diamond's film had a coherent plot with a beginning, middle and end, however completely implausible it was. Broad Street doesn't even qualify as a movie. It's more like a poorly designed compilation of video clips cut and thrown on the editing room floor. Paul and everything else ends up looking really silly in this turgid mess.
From 1985 to 1988 I went through this strange period of self awareness, I became a devout and unshakable Beatles fan. I was entrenched in their memorabilia, albums, songs, and the whole mystique of the 1960's era that they defined for pop-culture in many ways. 85% of the music I listened to was all Beatles. Sound crazy? It was. But after that 3 year stint of idolizing Paul, John, George and Ringo, I quit suddenly. The whole fun and excitement vanished. I honestly have not listened to the Beatles songs since then. Whenever a song comes on the radio I have to turn the station. It bores me now, because maybe I burned out from listening to all those silly familiar lyrics that were once embedded in my sub-conscience. Sorry Paul, but my fan-hood has waned but was well lived at one period of time. Isn't that weird. I now think their music is so banal and bland. It actually bores me.
In retrospect I am reminded of Neil Diamond's valiant , but failed attempt at recreating The Jazz Singer, another bad film. But at least Diamond's film had a coherent plot with a beginning, middle and end, however completely implausible it was. Broad Street doesn't even qualify as a movie. It's more like a poorly designed compilation of video clips cut and thrown on the editing room floor. Paul and everything else ends up looking really silly in this turgid mess.
From 1985 to 1988 I went through this strange period of self awareness, I became a devout and unshakable Beatles fan. I was entrenched in their memorabilia, albums, songs, and the whole mystique of the 1960's era that they defined for pop-culture in many ways. 85% of the music I listened to was all Beatles. Sound crazy? It was. But after that 3 year stint of idolizing Paul, John, George and Ringo, I quit suddenly. The whole fun and excitement vanished. I honestly have not listened to the Beatles songs since then. Whenever a song comes on the radio I have to turn the station. It bores me now, because maybe I burned out from listening to all those silly familiar lyrics that were once embedded in my sub-conscience. Sorry Paul, but my fan-hood has waned but was well lived at one period of time. Isn't that weird. I now think their music is so banal and bland. It actually bores me.