Yesterday review Richard Curtis’ magical mystery tour of a world without the Beatles

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.

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Best mates … Himesh Patel and Lily James. Picture: Allstar/ Working Title Films

Himesh Patel( from EastEnders and Channel 4′ s Damned) strengthened in amiably and confidently to his starring role as the classic Richard Curtis lovably-hopeless-and-rubbish person with a encouraging hall of friends; he gets a mad motion of fortune that they were able never ever happen in real life. But that’s enough about the facts of the case that his best mate is Lily James who is probably in love with him.

Patel performances Jack, a impractical bloke from Lowestoft who works in a retail warehouse and has big dreamings of impelling it as a singer-songwriter. On evenings and weekends, he and his guitar show up at horrific taverns, gigs secured by his superfan, de facto manager and supernatural quasi-Platonic-but-not-really friend Ellie( James) who has believed in him ever since school when she saw him toy Wonderwall, of all the hilariously quasi-Beatle standards.

But then one night, at the exact instant that Jack loses consciousness due to a non-serious traffic accident, a monumental electrical blizzard flogs across our solar system, frying planet Earth’s space-time-reality-consciousness continuum, and, after a brief power-out, reality has been changed: the Beatles never existed.( This is incidentally every bit as scientifically accurate as anything in Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar .) Jack realises that he is the only party unaffected. He is the only human being who remembers the Beatles hymns and can overtake them off as his. And so his climb to super-mega-greatness begins.

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Saboteur … Ed Sheeran with Himesh Patel in Yesterday. Photograph: Jonathan Prime/ AP

There are lots of laughs and goosebump instants, especially when Jack represents his new hymn Yesterday to his saucer-eyed copulates, and later realises he has to madly piece together the melodics for Eleanor Rigby from recall because Google can’t help. Ed Sheeran has a neat good-sport cameo as himself, as the big star who discovers Jack and then has to come to calls with the fact that he is Salieri to Jack’s Mozart; and, in all his mediocrity, he gale up attempting to destruction Hey Jude.

Arguably, the storey as it goes out were rather simple: there is no question of, say, some Beatles chants going down better than others in the present era. Furthermore, Curtis scholars will see how Yesterday is a gender-switch form of Notting Hill, peculiarity an ordinary guy going a brush with uber-glamour, with Joel Fry in the Rhys Ifans capacity of stupid best copulate. There wasn’t much for Kate McKinnon to get hold of in the duties of the horrible LA manager, but the onward rushing of silliness compensates.

Of course, we’re leader for a massive final cameo( s ), and I was reasonably sure I knew what form this was going to take- but I was wrong. This big walk-on time is every bit as sentimental and extravagantly sugary as all else. For the first millisecond, though, it truly will make you aback. As fab as it could reasonably be expected to be.

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