I loved it, and agree about George the clothes horse - he clearly loved fashion and he was absolutely ravishing.
Also agree that Yoko’s reputation seems to have been based entirely on misogyny and racism. I’m delighted that this film will correct that.
It was so interesting to see and feel the tensions, and how they just disappeared as soon as they started jamming. They were four young lads in Liverpool again at times.
Fascinating the part where they were talking about the retreat in India. It was obvious that George was the only one who took all the spiritual stuff seriously, and John and Paul were on the verge of absolutely ripping the piss out of it all, but pulled back for George’s sake (or to stop him walking out again…). John and Paul were just naughty schoolboys really.
John these days would love being a professional troll I think - like Ricky Gervais. He was a brilliant artist and musician, but loved irony and satire and sending up the world. He looked quite manic and clearly high as a kite a lot of the time.
George seemed much more sincere and serious.
Ringo was just a sweetheart, and a bloody fine drummer actually, despite the jokes people make about him. Amazing how little ego he seemed to have - just contributing the literal heartbeat of the band without vying for the limelight.
I can see why George felt sidelined though, he was such a good guitarist.
The sheer joy when they were all jamming with Billy Preston was delightful.
Debbie the receptionist and Jimmy the dooorman were the heroes of the film. The way they played dumb with those poor, hapless coppers…