When this first came out I remember a review that said watching this film and how it treated the Beatles songs was akin to watching a neighbour molest his children. That's a bit harsh - the musical re-imaginings are actually quite good and the strongest part of this film. I saw this film in the theatres and despite not really liking it all that much, I really liked the soundtrack. Now, years later, my young son is really into the Beatles and so I needed something to watch/listen to in the background so this fit the bill quite nicely.
Julie Taymor is a visual phenom - no denying that - but holy shit can she not string a story together into this clusterfuck of a film. It's actually kind of lazy and insulting. Characters like Prudence exists, mostly just so that other characters can sing Dear Prudence. The leads are strong given what they've got to work with. It's a melodramatic puff piece. Here's the thing - it's worth checking out for the music interpretations alone - but watch it more like you would a porno - assume that it's really just all about the music/sex and that everything is merely filler to get you from one place to the next. That's really what it is.
I vowed I'd never watch this again, but here I am - so perhaps it's not all that terrible. And if it is your neighbour molesting your kids, well, at least they're singing some pretty great songs while they're doing it.
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