The Boat That Rocked (UK) aka Pirate Radio (US) comes out in the States in a few weeks and while I can’t say the overall movie quite worked, it has 1) a killer soundtrack (natch) and 2) some great, quick scenes of people listening to the radio in all the idealized, romantic ways you can imagine.
I couldn’t help but love those bits:
The irony is that this wasn’t how I grew up with radio. My folks got me a small portable in the mid-1980s but it was largely a personal device; I don’t really recall when me and my friends who gather around it and listen to anything. So while I love what these scenes represent, it’s not like they tap into some part of my childhood that I actually experienced. More like an “imagined nostalgia” (which is probably a redundant term).