DIRECTOR: Richard Curtis
NOT A PART OF OUR COLLECTION
May Contain Spoilers!
Will we be adding this to our collection? NO
Too long. Too pretentious and simply not good enough. Richard Curtis, the BBC establishment’s mind behind such work as Blackadder, Four Weddings And A Funeral and Notting Hill, brings us this bloated homage to the golden age of pirate radio, The year is 1966. England won the World Cup, Star Trek first aired on NBC and a ship was anchored of the coast of Britain broadcasting Rock n Roll to the masses against the will of the UK government.
In reality, this would lead to the illustrious and legitimate careers for the pirate radio D.J. such as Tony Blackburn but this is not their story. This is a pile of trite baloney based on the real ships and their crew of DJ’s but whatever the reasons, Curtis chooses not to actually tell a real story, but make stuff up which was similar. What’s the point in that? There were well over 100 pirate radio stations operating in the 1960’s and it’s pretty clear who it’s about, with Radio Caroline being the best known station, but that isn’t the story he tells.
But that isn’t the main problem. The main problem is that its clunky, childishly cheeky, poorly plotted with little but the aesthetic to keep us interested and capped with one of the most overblown finales to a fictional film of a real subject that I have ever seen! Let’s just say that my heart will go on but with a happy ending and we’ll leave it at that! But there were some laughs and most of them were from Kenneth Branagh, the square cabinet minister whose goal was to shut the radio station down.
It’s a real shame that with such a great cast, a solid concept and a cracking jukebox soundtrack, (which seemed to be where the films true heart lay) that this could have been the classic which it wanted to be.