This was a biopic of Ian Curtis, a pasty-skinned Brit who was the lead singer for a group called Joy Division. Much of the appeal of this film depended on your opinion of the music the band made. I found it irritating, loud, generic post-Sex Pistols Brit-punk. The music screeches unfocused rage and I suppose if I grew up in Manchester I'd feel more sympathy for these guys but I didn't and I don't.
Other than the music the film was uninteresting. Curtis came across as an ordinary bloke with epilepsy who killed himself at 23. So did Nick Drake but he at least left behind music which is still beautiful to enjoy.
5
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