Just a regular person
I think The Beatles are cracking, you can’t beat em really. They’re all out on their own. They’ve got a style of their own. And in my opinion…I think they’re a lovely crowd. They’ve got good qualities. They sing well. And what else can I say, but they’re real good people.
—that one old guy on Saville Row, January 30th 1969
•mal evans writing lyrics
•george casually lending the band $300k of equipment and it absolutely, conclusively, not…
Okay it’s exquisitely weird. I’ve seldom been so satisfied by a movie while entirely hating it. 80 minutes forgives a lot of flaws. I relish a lot of the Cock’s signature touches: The camera shakily panning as Stewart recaps what he thinks went down, the excruciating tension made of…books being put away. But it’s dreadful. It’s bad. It’s a play, and a second rate one. But painfully and brilliantly done. Not to mention that there’s definitely a gigantic turd enclosed…
Absolutely loved it. Unfortch I couldn’t completely get behind Chalamet. But my god sweep me away into your sandy little world Denis. What a spectacular world. Oscar and Rebecca are fully nuclear. The score utterly dumps. Jason Mamoa is what if Hercules (the demigod) but like with a little dash of more-likable salt bae. MVP here goes to the lad Frank Herbert, with honorable mention to 54 years-young frenchman and chad of our hearts, Denny V