Anton Corbijn, 2007
What a dull movie this is. You don't get any explanation as to why these people wanted to be in a band, what the music meant to them or anyone else, what Curtis's motivation was for writing, what the emotional content or basis of his relationships were, nothing.
There's a bit after he leaves Debbie that starts to move, but is quickly snuffed out by the clumsy 'voices during hypnosis' bit.
Heavy handed, superficial, uninvolving. It feels like a movie made by a photographer. Imagine if Joy Division had never existed and this was just a piece of fiction. Nobody would like it. It is entirely reliant on people approving of the subject. As such, it stands alongside The Buddy Holly Story.
And there's no cows.
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