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If you lived through the transmissions of Kenny Everett, and I only did
the telly stuff, you may well recognise his truly individual style and
A quite remarkable man who, like Tommy Cooper, Dave Allen and a few other greats of his years, really does have a unique stage persona. This is captured to brilliant effect by Oliver and by an excellent script.
Often, capturing the mood perfectly is more of an insight than dry, documentary accuracy and this seems to recognise that value. Well worth the sit-down time but be ready to be spun around.
Disjointed & confused attempting stylised flashiness for a flashback format to a 24 year old in shorts playing an overgrown schoolboy, it was neither stylish or flashy and came over as very amateur, even with the budget. The Main performance was unbalanced, zipping from confident campiness to painfully acted shy introversion at each scene change. There was no depth, no structure and confusion producing only boredom while watching. The trouble was there was no inspiration only a mechanical faux stylised telling, which fell flat on its silly face. The woman was OK, the saving grace the actor playing Richard Attenborough. As for the Freddie scenes they were unreal and quite devoid of anything worth commenting on, APART FROM THE ACCENT WHICH SOUNDED LIKE A SACHA BARON COHEN IMPERSONATION. (ED. Complete with a beer belly no less!! how awful!! how terrible!) They attempted a Deniss Potter style but it ended up Harry Potter and no sight of a convincing Rotter.
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