December 2, 2024

Who says there were no pop videos in the 1960s? This is an example of one, two, three - indeed, possibly five - all loosely connected via a daftly enjoyable storyline featuring old "Steptoe" himself - Mr. Wilfrid Bramble. It has a plot, not that it remotely matters: the fab four are heading to London to do a television show and poor old Ringo gets separated - much to the chagrin of the programme's director. What ensues are various enjoyable escap… read the rest.

Who says there were no pop videos in the 1960s? This is an example of one, two, three - indeed, possibly five - all loosely connected via a daftly enjoyable storyline featuring old "Steptoe" himself - Mr. Wilfrid Bramble. It has a plot, not that it remotely matters: the fab four are heading to London to do a television show and poor old Ringo gets separated - much to the chagrin of the programme's director. What ensues are various enjoyable escapades interspersed with some dapper performances from the band. The thing is riddled with charisma - the band are clearly having a whale of a time, Bramble looks like startled rabbit - as only he could - and the scenes with the screaming fans contribute well to the overall sense of adulation in which this band were held. It makes no pretence to be a film of great cinematographic worth - which is just as well 'cos it isn't - but as 90 minutes of almost fly-on-the wall fun and games, it's well worth a watch.

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