Give My Regards to Broad Street
The movie centres on a chaotic day in rock star Paul’s life as he daydreams that he will risk losing his recording company to the lowlife Mr. Rath unless he finds the sole copy of his latest album by midnight.
3 January 1926, Holloway, London, England, UK
18 June 1948, Retford, Nottinghamshire, England, UK
17 December 1972, London, England, UK
22 January 1897, Surbiton, Surrey, England, UK
23 June 1947, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
12 August 1957, Brighton, East Sussex, England, UK
18 April 1934, Greenwich, London, England, UK
30 December 1959, Slough, Berkshire, England, UK
17 September 1938, Birmingham, England, UK
4 April 1922, Purley, Surrey, England, UK
7 April 1934, Banbridge, County Down, Northern Ireland, UK
6 March 1946, Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England, UK
19 December 1902, Tivoli Road, Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, England, UK
10 November 1959, England, UK
August 24, 1957 in Los Angeles, California, USA
April 03, 2005
A really bad movie that exists solely to showcase McCartney's new tunes.
October 23, 2004
Give My Regards to Broad Street is about as close as you can get to a nonmovie, and the parts that do try something are the worst.
March 10, 2006
Great music can't compensate for underdone plot and self-indulgent staging,
May 23, 2004
Vanity project for McCartney. Director Webb has lots of style -- none of it his own.
July 30, 2005
It's nice to McCartney and Starr making music together again, but the film mostly flops.
February 09, 2006
Token attempt at street cred: if Paul doesn't get the tapes back, he'll be taken over by a sunglasses-wearing business shark.
May 20, 2003
A lot of effort has gone into this film's production values, but continuity seems, at best, to have been a secondary concern.
April 29, 2005
Average story but great songs and set pieces.
September 10, 2007
The acting here is weaker than the slender story, but intermingled with all the silliness are some fine performances of McCartney-Beatle standards as well as three new songs.
January 01, 2000
You could call it a self-serving film, were McCartney's complacency not so all-embracing: self-flattery requires at least a hint of self-doubt, but there's no trace of anything remotely that unsettling on McCartney's placid, Buddha-like brow.
