Ghastly disappointing and contrived. The worst part about this movie is the potential one might think it could have: Great idea: broadcasting radio illegally from a boat off the coast of the United Kingdom…IN THE 60s, great cast: Phillip Seymour Hoffman, that British guy who’s in nearly all the UK films deemed good enough to be exhibited in the US (a.k.a. Bill Nighy), Nick Frost (Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz) and a slew of others, great music: basically all the legends from the 60s. What you get, on the other hand, is a steaming piece of shit crapped out of a hairy ass comprised of terrible writing, poor execution and dreadful direction. I’ll go ahead and ruin it for you: the boat sinks, and Phillip Seymour Hoffman stays with it to the bitter end, a captain sinking with his ship “for the music,” only to pop up out of the wreckage like a dolphin to the cheers of his compatriots at the very end---imagine that (said with a disapproving Hitchcockian tone). The wife and I OnDemanded it, and the only piracy was the six bucks and the 90 minutes AT&T relieved us of in return. This film is not even worth the celluloid used to shoot it.
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