Bleedin’ hell, The Beatles are just about everywhere these days, aren’t they? From repackaged, remastered remixes of their already digitally remastered but still somehow not quite remastered enough albums, to video games that let you don a plastic pudding bowl haircut (if only) and wield a plastic Rickenbacker/Gretsch/Hofner/Ludwig drumkit, and pretend to play some pandiatonic clusters while hoping to pass the audition, it might as well be 1962 – 1970 again.
As a Beatles fan since, oooooo, ages ago, I can’t say I really mind, because it’s refreshing to hear a “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” come blasting from your radio where moments before there was a “Puh-puh-puh pokerface.” But films about the Fab Four such as this latest offering from director Sam Taylor Wood have typically failed to raise my interest, as they never seemed to capture the spark present either in their music or in the films they themselves made.
