70s manchester is grim in this movie. Though without it we would perhaps not have seen the invention of Morrissey and the Smiths.
The movie goes up to the point where Johnny Marr goes to Morrissey’s front door. Everything before then is about the genesis of Morrissey.
With cuts to the water in the canal, documentary-style shots, and some tedious detail this is a slightly arty film. Few of the characters appear fleshed-out and despite the soundtrack it’s all a bit dull in appearance and content. Perhaps that’s the point? The experience of watching this movie was a little like a 70s/80s childhood week: drudgery in the week, a highlight on Saturday and then the dullness of Sunday.
OK, but there are other films out now that offer more entertainment.