Going in, I couldn’t name a single Duran Duran hit. (I can now, and realize why I was never a fan.) But it was directed for some reason by David Lynch, who used to make cool movies, so it was worth a look. What I was totally unprepared for was more than two hours of uninspired (BTW completely staged) concert footage of flaccid Brit new-wave drivel, mostly at the same tempo, overlaid by pseudo-artsy Lynchian images that kept flashing and waking me up.
Okay, I realize this is totally subjective (but it’s fun to write), and I apologize to any remaining DD fans. But you deserve better. (121 min)