Turns out this is like a stealth Alan Partridge film because Coogan (allegedly) based Partridge on Tony Wilson. So, if you like Alan Partridge and ever asked yourself: “what would it look like if Alan started a record label and bought a club to promote his bands?” Here’s your answer.
It’s also a biopic of the Manchester music scene of the late 1980s and early 1990s (before I was even in my ‘tweens), that apparently reshaped “club life” itself. As with any biopic, I dunno how much of that is strictly true, but it’s a good story well told.
Features a boatload of British acting talent (including Moaning Myrtle getting uprighted in a toilet cubicle) and, obviously, some banging tunes.
★★★½