Magical Mystery Tour is the weird, surreal, unconvention that the Beatles are known for, minus all the technical proficiency. 

The whole film feels like an acid trip, nothing makes sense, bright and vivid colors, etc., and it's weirdly captivating.

Ringo is finally the star(r).

I don't think it was the best decision to have the Beatles direct as they have no experience, but oh well.

Ringo also DPs and he does a pretty good job.

It makes me sad that they left out three of the best songs on the album, Hello Goodbye, Strawberry Fields Forever, and Penny Lane.

So many surreal and odd scenes.

It's kinda a mix between Lynch, Jodorowsky, and Monty Python.

That spaghetti scene.

If I…

Magical Mystery Tour is a sobering fable for moviegoers and filmmakers. As we have been introduced to films such as The Monkees’ Head and Jodorowsky’s El Topo, it’s easy to get a love for the style of the bizarre and expect any other surreal movies to follow suit in quality, and it’s easy for the creators of these films to believe they can make a success merely out of combining experimental sights and sounds. Then Magical Mystery Tour, a picture that at the surface fulfills all our trippy desires arrives, and it’s a disappointment. Eventually the feeling wears off, and we’re left with the lesson that you need more than weirdness to make a great film.

On the Magical Mystery…

'Magical Mystery Tour' sees the Beatles on one of those dull, dull, bus trips around the countryside.

Except of course this trip keeps getting interrupted by strange happenings and visions, and has some classic Beatles tracks including 'Flying' (with lots of colour filter changes which would have really looked rubbish when this film first aired on TV, in black and white!); 'Blue Jay Way' (in which George drones on while playing a keyboard drawn on a rock); 'Your Mother Should Know' (with the cheesy 'coming down the stairs' bit); 'The Fool on the Hill' (where Paul stands on a hill, natch); and, best of all, 'I Am The Walrus' (with eggmen, walruses, and other strange beings, and some funky spaced…

There is a whooooole lot of bullshit packed into Magical Mystery Tour's 55 minutes. It's probably the worst thing that could ever possibly come out of The Beatles, because not only is it nonsense, it also tries to shove in trippy images in the vain hope people'll think they mean anything. It isn't even like it was doomed from the start either. The Beatles going on a magical mystery tour could make a great movie. I don't know what the hell happened. It's not good. In fact, it's actually very very bad.

I don't even know where to start. I guess I should just start from the beginning and keep going. So we meet Ringo and his mum, buying tickets…

"Right, stop that! It's too silly." - A Wise Man Named Graham Chapman

Magical Mystery Tour is certainly not for everyone. But if you're like me, a person with eclectic taste and a ridiculous love for The Beatles, you will eat this right up.

This is everything I expected and wanted this movie to be: complete fun-loving, meaningless, hilariously bad trash with a mix of wonderful songs feat. The Beatles!

Nothing matters and everything goes! Colors of the rainbow pop every which way! Drugs run rampant! George is barely hanging in there!! This movie is like if John Waters and Terry Gilliam had an ugly ass baby that sang All My Loving straight out of the womb in key.

Honestly,…

This film has a reputation of being a bit of a disaster, and while I can't quite say it's not, there's an extreme negativity to that word that doesn't really convey the soft pleasures of the movie. Written by, directed by, and starring all four Beatles, this is clearly the product of people who don't know what they're doing, from the nonsensical plotting to the uncertain camerawork. And the stretches between the songs are, for the most part, dull. But even in those stretches, we have some fun, from the occasionally inspired surrealist comedy (I like the gibberish-talking cops) to the actually pretty cool editing (done by Roy Benson, not the Fab Four). And let's not forget the songs themselves,…