One of the greatest, tortured unconsummated love affairs in musical history, the story of Morrissey and Marr, is decentered from the story in favour of a series of asexual girlfriend. There's a lot of tedious, plotless nostalgia about being a thwarted pop star for about 80% of the film. The story begins in the final ten minutes of the film, and then just grinds to a halt. Jack Lowden works hard but as an alpha jock actor he is horribly miscast as Morrissey. A wasted opportunity.
Review of England Is Mine
