The Boat That Rocked is rock and roll uncut, undone and visceral. It grabs you by the nuts and stares you in the face. And it wins.
Director Richard Curtis, who brought us the delightfully diabetic Love Actually, retains the famously appreciated sardonic, wry humour. Very British. And now, very Bill Nighy.
A period comedy of sorts, The Boat That Rocked, speaks of pirate radio jockeys and their music. Curtis has brought us some of our more memorable romantic comedies and is perhaps hard pressed to avoid a soppy dilution. It does breakdown a little. All bass every now and then. But he succeeds with commentary, classical even. He manages to pull off a rock and roll party reminiscent of Almost Famous (minus the divine Penny Lane). There is a depth to his characters despite Mr. Ilfans.
Phillip Seymour Hoffman is inspiring, Rhys Ilfans is an absolute nut and Bill Nighy is downright hysterical. None of it matters though. Because this movie speaks of the best days of our lives, that we never lived.
Watch it.
Oh. Also, the music is fucken great.
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