"This is no simple concert movie. This is an icon and writer every bit as important as William Shakespeare or Oscar Wilde singing his life to the apostles at Hollywood High School."
Ahem! Did they hand out acid on the way in, Dickie? Oscar is a cliche, but comparing Minor Poet Morrissey to The Bard is really a bit daft.
Ok, "apostles" but in a non-ironic way. Morrissey as Messiah: the usual cult drivel.
"The fans who appear in Morrissey 25 tell of being saved thanks to his music"
Saved from what? Reality?
"Yes, I can't see the neutral desperate to attend when pitched against concert films by Robbie Williams and Gone Direction. But as a hopelessly devoted fan "
Usual cult bitching about genuinely famous entertainers. It was "Broccoli Spears" a few years ago. At least Dickie realises he is "a hopelessly devoted fan" so will not take offence when those of us who are rather more jaded and sanguine do not drink the Kool-Aid.
"As I glanced out at the full moon I half expected Morrissey to float past on his BMX against a backdrop of shooting stars."
More likely he's flying past flying business class to one of his luxury international abodes.
As for Alan, he clearly regrets wasting his teenage years listening to Spandau Ballet:
"The nicely pointed combination of Johnny Marr’s cheerful guitar tunes with the cheerless ironies of Morrissey’s lyrics to which I failed to respond in the 1980s has become an immeasurably more seductive mix of gorgeous melodies, powerful, rockabilly-inflected rhythms and, driving it all, the long, agonizing melodrama that is being Morrissey."
So, Morrissey's solo efforts are "immesasurably more seductive" than his work with The Smiths? Is this the most ridiculous critical analysis ever? "The long, agonizing melodrame that is being Morrissey" OR, a tiresome Diva Tantrum which has long been a hackneyed cliche?
The "review" ends with more suicide-porn, linking Morrissey's diva dramas with a poem about real tragedy, not pampered privilege temporarily derailed by the shits in a 5 star hotel:
"But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your sickness is your soul."
A pathetic self-indlugent allusion from Moz is givenanother gasp of oxygen by this dismal review. regards.