The only defense of this film I've read is that it's intended as a hoax or a mockumentary, but even that doesn't excuse the horrendous acting and completely lack of any attempt to fit within its own premise (that we are listening to some kind of confessional microcassette recorded by George Harrison in a hospital bed after his attack). In actuality, this audio is a precisely scripted, studio-recorded narration of a completely horrendous impression by a person who struggles to even maintain a plausible Liverpool accent and is obviously not even British. None of these choices help enhance any "comedy" that might be there, it's just bad filmmaking.
I'm not sure if this movie is going for hoax or joke, but it fails on both accounts. Forget any hope that there's an interesting contribution to the conspiracy theories around Paul McCartney's supposed death, there's not even any humor to be found. It's just a dumb, pointless film that you'd have to be profoundly retarded to fall for.
I'm not sure if this movie is going for hoax or joke, but it fails on both accounts. Forget any hope that there's an interesting contribution to the conspiracy theories around Paul McCartney's supposed death, there's not even any humor to be found. It's just a dumb, pointless film that you'd have to be profoundly retarded to fall for.