Anthony Peronto’s review published on Letterboxd:
I admire the film’s counterculture streak, where The Beatles are a catalyst for rebellion against squares and (especially) the police. But when watching the film and it’s depiction of the beginning of “stan culture,” it is an exhausting experience. There’s a fine line between madcap and shrill and it leans more into the latter. Only when it gets to climactic show on Ed Sullivan, it finally captures the same euphoria found in every frame of A Hard Day’s Night. And while I’d rather watch Richard Lester’s film, it’s hard to outright hate a film with a climax consisting of Eddie Deezen swinging on a microphone cord and everyone else losing their ever lovin’ minds.