As seen on BBC4, Thursday 26th January.
Goodness, but I was looking forward to this, and what a bitter disappointment it turned out to be. It lost me from the start with that ridiculous opening caption, stating – with bold idiocy – that you couldn’t be famous in 1962 unless you were rich or titled and there was no such thing as youth culture back then. I guess the writer never heard of Tommy Steel, Cliff and The Shadows and Marty and Joe and The Tornadoes and Jimmy Saville and Radio Luxembourg and coffee Bar culture in general, not to mention The Beatles and their ilk, who were, I believe, doing pretty well in a thriving youth scene back at the start of the sixties. What passed for writing here was a series of slanging matches twixt Cockerknee Geezer Bailey, on the side of Noo Yoof, and The Old Guard, represented by poor (you really did feel sorry for her at times) Lady Clare Rendlesham (Helen McCrory). Karen Gillan was given very little to do. It was pretty to look at and the writer-director John McKay has a pretty good track record, including credits for Canterbury Tales and Life on Mars, but this was clichéd, predictable and really quite terrible.
There are lots of reviews, but Tim Chipping at Holy Moly says it best.