1984 Directed by Peter Webb
When the mastertape of McCartney's latest album is misplaced, he must discover its whereabouts in less than 24 hours or else risk losing his recording company to the lowlife Mr. Rath.
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As strange as it may sound, I find Paul McCartney to be something of an enigma, as both a pop icon and an artist. And it's precisely because of how un-enigmatic he seems to be. I can't think of someone who comes even close to his level of fame or influence who has quite the same vibe: bare-faced, never disingenuous or uptight, simultaneously dorky and cool in his own unique - and yet very normal - way.
Let's get it out of the way: he's among the most genius songwriters of his generation, perhaps of all time, but he's also released his fair share of (what many would call) dreck, or what John Lennon would call "granny shit." This is…
listen, this movie is dumb but I would literally die for paul mccartney... that's all
i think we all should have encouraged paul mccartney to write more screenplays for himself to star in, not because he’s any good at it he’s bloody rubbish but because it’s really fucking funny
Normal viewer: This was lame as hell. Go back to writing songs, old man 🤣
Me, suffering from a brain-eating fungus that makes me sexually attracted to Paul McCartney: Give My Regards To Broad Street (1984) is a stunningly authentic portrait of an emotionally repressed man during his midlife crisis who can only attempt to cope with the grief of losing his loved ones through exploring his unconscious.
McCartney said the idea for the screenplay came to him during his long commutes to work by car. This real situation became the entire premise of the film itself: McCartney in a traffic jam, late to his meeting, getting lost in his daydreams. "It’s an old-fashioned musical, a good night out, nothing…
Perhaps the least exciting chase film in history. The master tapes for Paul McCartney’s latest album go missing and Macca’s response is to ... shrug his shoulders and do absolutely nothing. He just goes about his day, performing gigs and rehearsing songs, and occasionally fantasizing elaborate musical sequences about what might have happened to his missing music. (The entire movie is framed as a dream sequence, which means McCartney’s dreams mostly consist of other dreams.)
Given how magnetic he and all the Beatles were in their movies, it’s sort of astonishing how checked out McCartney seems here — especially since this was something of a passion project he wrote as well as starred in. He barely even smiles as he…
Don't understand why vanity and passion projects get such a bad rap. It's hard to contain some of these creative geniuses in one simple medium. As vapid as it might appear at first glance, it gave me goosebumps when the next familiar tune appeared. McCartney's stream of consciousness screenplay seldom gets in the way of his music. The sound design is impeccable. I watched this on an older bootleg and it didn't hamper my experience much. While the picture was a bit muddy, the songs came through almost magically with the richness and body of a vinyl album that had never been played. Grabbing a cleaner DVD torrent for the replay, and this does have replay value, IMO.
There was…
Lynchian vibes mixed with mid 80s cheese and a decent helping of charm and Paul driving in cars alot. Timelines are non existent, reality is breaking and all will fail to be resolved unless the tapes are returned, they're the keystone of the universe. There's legit a Victorian sequence that comes out of nowhere but god is it gorgeous. It's my theory that after Paul performs the Eleanor Rigby number he sends the world into a time vortex, sending everything back hundreds of years, using this new alien device he must set the world right. Events between both worlds mirror each other and once his friend dies in the Victorian era he knows what he must do, it is a…
When asked about how I would respond to Paul McCartney coming to me and saying he was going to jerk off in my mouth, I replied, "Oh, he did. Only he didn't put it that way. He said, 'Give my regards to Broad St.'"
In the end, Ringo falls to his death via a waterfall in the 1800s. Had a good time watching this with the misses.
Not a good movie by any means; everything you’ve heard about it is probably true. But anything with Paul McCartney in it is worth watching, especially to see him perform a few numbers, both old and new (new at the time, at least).
The soundtrack itself is much better than the actual film, but with it consisting mostly of new versions of previously released tracks, I’ve always considered it to be some of Paul’s less notable work. None of the new versions come close to the originals, but the three newly recorded songs are pretty good.
If anything, I think the film and LP are remembered solely for No More Lonely Nights.
This is a 1-star movie but a 4-star album / soundtrack. And given that over half this "movie" is just a series of full-song music performances (the soundtrack album, which was a hit, unlike this film, is over 1-hour long) I'm splitting the difference in my star rating.
It's a garbage movie. McCartney "wrote" the screenplay, but I have no idea what that must have looked like, a 1-page quick outline that some hapless screenwriter had to actually pen a few lines for?
The "story" is a very fictional day in the life of Paul McCartney, where recordings of his latest unreleased album are missing, and they have until the end of the day to find them. But instead, Paul…
