A hopeless songwriter wakes up to find hes the only person who can recollect the Fab Fours reaches in a dopey, earning slapstick directed by Danny Boyle
Imagine no Beatles, it’s not easy even if you try. No Yesterday , no Blackbird , no Sgt Pepper … and then … no Imagine , no all-time best Attachment theme( Live and Let Die ), no all-time best slapstick ensemble epithet( Ringo Deathstarr ), no Concert for Bangladesh to engender Live Aid, no Withnail& I , no Life of Brian– but then again , no Charles Manson. In a Beatle-less universe, Mike McGear could be Bono‘s creator and best teammate and Jeff Lynne is president of the world. Screenwriter Richard Curtis‘s goofy, nonsensical, exasperatingly enjoyable fantasy-comedy riffs on impressions like these with a narrative co-written with Jack Barth- although it turns out TV’s Goodnight Sweetheart got to the idea first. It is steered with rush and fervour by Danny Boyle.
Maybe it shouldn’t be any sort of evaluative ingredient, but the simple fact of sounding Beatles chants, the simple-minded thought venture of pretending to hear them for the first time, does carry a charge. And, although this film can be a bit hokey and uncertain on narrative progress, the puppyish zest and enjoyable summon up by Curtis and Boyle carry it along. It’s ridiculous and indulgent at all times, like Russell Crowe wailing his” Are you not entertained” pipeline from Gladiator wearing a Beatles wig. Yet there is a creepy and heavy backwash of sadness at the end, a kind of sad decline, and I can’t quite be determined whether that was intentional or not.