In the absence of The Bard of Smegwick I feel I should raise this post in his honour and start the binfest rolling in the hope he will flounce back to us.
Nowhere Boy
This Biopic shows the early days of John Lennon growing up in a strangely contrasting Liverpool of the 50’s. We see the vibrancy of Rock’n’Roll, we see the 50’s gloom and austerity and we see the emotional and physical tug of war between John’s mother Julia and his aunt Mimi as John seeks some kind of emotional reassurance as he seeks to control his own destiny as well. This can be quite an emotional film in places and as such, the young John Lennon played here, lacks some sympathy as he sulkily and moodily insults all and sundry.
There are some small moments of scouse humour but overall this film has a sad air which hangs over it and pervades the screen with a sense of gloom. As a film we just see the young John getting stroppy and falling out with everyone at some point or another, including himself, and no one seems strong enough to stand up and tell him to stop being an arse.
I mentioned that an air of gloom pervades this film and this is deepened by the huge amount of smoking which takes place almost constantly throughout. Indeed smoking seems to have been the one uniting force in Liverpool as all our characters wade though a fug of blue smoke. Breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner, a bus ride, a funeral wake, a trip to the front gate, a letter arriving are all excuses to break out the tabs. Forget not smoking in front of the children, everybody over the age of 12 seems constantly conjoined to a Death-Stick. The production team must have employed an official “ Fagger-Up “ much in the same way as other films employ animal or dialogue coaches. Some characters even seem to manage a fag while smoking a fag and any time when a fag is not being smoked is immediately celebrated and filled by another fag.
However, though the smog the young Paul McCartney shines out as a boy who has suffered almost as much as the young Lennon but who just gets on with things without a constant need to express angst and absorb nicotine.
This film did not quite do it for me, there were touches of the John Lennon to be, but ultimately, I lacked sympathy for this moody gobshite of a man in the making. Oh, did I mention the air of gloom and the smoking ?
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Isn't it about time you went back to work ?
Nowhere Boy
This Biopic shows the early days of John Lennon growing up in a strangely contrasting Liverpool of the 50’s. We see the vibrancy of Rock’n’Roll, we see the 50’s gloom and austerity and we see the emotional and physical tug of war between John’s mother Julia and his aunt Mimi as John seeks some kind of emotional reassurance as he seeks to control his own destiny as well. This can be quite an emotional film in places and as such, the young John Lennon played here, lacks some sympathy as he sulkily and moodily insults all and sundry.
There are some small moments of scouse humour but overall this film has a sad air which hangs over it and pervades the screen with a sense of gloom. As a film we just see the young John getting stroppy and falling out with everyone at some point or another, including himself, and no one seems strong enough to stand up and tell him to stop being an arse.
I mentioned that an air of gloom pervades this film and this is deepened by the huge amount of smoking which takes place almost constantly throughout. Indeed smoking seems to have been the one uniting force in Liverpool as all our characters wade though a fug of blue smoke. Breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner, a bus ride, a funeral wake, a trip to the front gate, a letter arriving are all excuses to break out the tabs. Forget not smoking in front of the children, everybody over the age of 12 seems constantly conjoined to a Death-Stick. The production team must have employed an official “ Fagger-Up “ much in the same way as other films employ animal or dialogue coaches. Some characters even seem to manage a fag while smoking a fag and any time when a fag is not being smoked is immediately celebrated and filled by another fag.
However, though the smog the young Paul McCartney shines out as a boy who has suffered almost as much as the young Lennon but who just gets on with things without a constant need to express angst and absorb nicotine.
This film did not quite do it for me, there were touches of the John Lennon to be, but ultimately, I lacked sympathy for this moody gobshite of a man in the making. Oh, did I mention the air of gloom and the smoking ?
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About to put on Role Models too which comes highly recommended to me