Originally published on metropolis.co.jp on October 2009
In the ’60s, the antediluvian BBC aired only a few hours of pop music a week. Not so humbly leaping into the breach were several ship-based radio stations anchored outside territorial waters. There’s a great movie here, but this mildly entertaining, infantile farce ain’t it. Yes, it’s fun to watch Philip Seymour Hoffman and Bill Nighy (and a great supporting cast) camp it up to (54) golden oldies, but the characters are one-dimensional, and there’s the feeling of a missed opportunity. If the very capable Richard Curtis (Love, Actually) has always wanted to make a movie on the subject, why didn’t he make a good one?