Let’s face it, you could probably present this astonishing footage any way you like and it’d be great. Truly mesmerising, life-affirming performances from gifted musicians, thriving on Harlem’s energy. Questlove does a decent job of presenting it, even if it does get a little talking heads-y. You don’t actually hear from the first-time director until pretty much the final shot of the film, maybe some more of that interaction might’ve helped. Either way, the music is the star and if you’re anywhere where live music still seems far away or unsafe, go seek this out.
There isn't a single second of a football match shown in The Pass, but there is a pain running through it that is completely tied to the game. One without a single out Premier League player, and one that treated its gay footballers, like Justin Fashanu, appallingly.
The Pass is three scenes in three hotel rooms that spans one decade, following two footballer in the aftermath of a shared moment at a young age at an away game in Bucharest.…
One of those ‘unflinching’ look at life into your 30s that should probably have flinched somewhere, because pretty much everyone is so insufferable that I ended up not particularly caring what happens to any of them. Life lessons are set up but never really explored - the party lifestyle of both of them is simulataneously celebrated and exposed as hollow. Money problems are mentioned throughout but never felt (one of them owns a house, come on). Holliday Grainger’s character gets…