My major beef
While there were some good moments, I had one major problem with the film, in addition to some others mentioned by others.
No one really TALKS about the music. This was nineteen hundred and sixty friggin' six, when things were really getting interesting in the music scene. Groups were cropping up every day, new directions shown, chances being taken. The times they were a-changin', and the music spoke of it.
I remember the period, and how much people TALKED about the music.
Here, although they claim to live for the music, and are ready to die for it, not one conversation about "Did you hear what the Stones are doing?". Or, "Hey, did you see Hendrix play in London?". Or a debate about what Dylan meant by this or that line.
Compare that with The Dreamers, where the background is cinema rather than music, and how much people actually talk about it, as their stories develop.
This, and the rather innocuous soundtrack, ruined what seemed, even through the first ten minutes of buildup, to be a great idea.
You know you should surrender
But you can't let it go...