Not being English, I came to this story mostly out of my love of the many Factory bands, but namely New Order. As probably one of New Order's more loyal American fans, I knew the Factory Record back story pretty well. An naturally, I was very happy to see it (somewhat) faithfully brought to the screen.
Before I level my one big criticism about the movie, I should say that Steve Coogan does an exceptionally good job as Tony Wilson. Having never met and seen very little of the real Wilson, my knowledge of was based mostly on the stories, rumors, and of course the "legend" of Factory's outrageous leader. In this way, Coogan fills in my perception of Wilson extremely well. His performance is spot on. His voice, manner, and delivery are quintessentially proper English but his words and thoughts are quintessentially a madman, indicative of the whole punk era.
Furthermore, Sean Harris does a frighteningly good Ian Curtis. There are times when it seemed like Harris had literally channeled the deceased poet's spirit. The scene where Curtis loses it on stage was tremendously well done. (Good to see that Bernard actually cared about Ian.)
Which gets me to my one large complaint about this movie. The first 60 minutes or so are fantastic. The exploration of Joy Division and its troubled Curtis are exceptionally well done. But after Curtis dies, so does the soul of the movie. The movie seems to divert off track. Which in my opinion was not only a cinematic mistake, but a historical one as well.
The second act gives an exceptional amount of time to the Happy Mondays. The Happy Mondays may have been a big player in Manchester - but hardly the size and force of Joy Division/New Order. Shaun Ryder is not a poet, he's a freak and a lunatic. The Happy Mondays had a brief moment of genius that was quickly swallowed up by their addictions. This pales in comparison to New Order's achievements, which had continuous moments of genius (until that horrible World in Motion song - sheesh).
Hence, the second act of 24 Hour Party People is a disappointment. Not merely because it loses steam and humor, but because it relegates New Order, to a secondary character. We never even see New Order after the 90 minute mark, and barely a mention of Barney, Hooky, Stephen Morris, or New Order's post-joy division addition - Gillian Gilbert. This is sad because the New Order story is really an integral part of Factory. And New Order is itself a remarkable story, if you consider that they lost their lead singer and reformed as an equally powerful band. Something that has almost never been done before.
However, I suspect that New Order's lack of presence in the picture says something in and of itself.
Despite the movies weak second act, it is still a very enjoyable look into the Manchester madness. Although I am an outsider (an American) who never got to be a part of the Manc scene. Manchester was the first time nerdy white boys, like myself, finally got the fame and attention they deserved. It proved that the white man can produce and generate a "tribal" sound in our post-industrial, post-modern, information-age sort of way. Where Jazz and soul may be the sound of the African-American experience, Factory Records and the Hacienda were the sound of nerdy white boys experience. Anger, resentment, love, loss, drugs - you name it - we made our feelings known. And to this day, nothing, even the numerous depressing American scenes, have captured the heart of intelligent alienated white boys like Manchester did.
All things being equal - I am happy to see the story make the light of day. I am happy to see the "spiritual root" of Manchester laid bare for the world to examine and of course - laugh at.
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