Creation Stories

If you empty the bins of the editing suites of every music film for the last twenty years, put it in a blender with Irvine Welsh's last few terrible books, this is what you end up with. It's a terrible shame as theres a legitimate story to be told and some very good actors wasted (and Nick Moran should definitely stick to acting - his Malcolm McLaren impression is superb but truly he couldn't direct traffic). This film is a mess: a horrible cliche soup of strung-together anecdotes and derivative snapshots with no structure or shape. Does for Creation Records what 'Cats' did for cats.

That was bloody awful, and I'm a huge fan of Creation Records.

There were a few funny lines but overall it felt like a Saturday Night Live movie that was derived from a moderately funny skit that shouldn't have been made.

It was meandering and was incredibly hard to understand what was being said half the time.

I almost turned it off with 45 minutes left, and in hindsight wish I did.

This should have been a great movie but it's just a bit of a mess. A great story with the best bits skipped over pretty quickly. Screamadelica was Creations first big thing but was lucky if it got a minute's mention. The accents were pretty terrible too, I'm sure there's better suited actors to play JAMC, at least use Scottish ones, same with the Gallaghers, very poor choices. Still, at least the music was good. Probably would've made a better six part tv series than cramming McGee's eventful life into a movie.

I find it interesting that Allan McGee has completely changed the narrative of his upbringing and early life. The large house he lived in was in a middle class area of Glasgow. His parents and family didn't speak rough Glaswegian (although in the film it appeared by their accents they were from Edinburgh!). No mention of the 6 week family holidays to California when he was a teenager?? Or the money his Dad loaned him to start Creation? The scene where his father was wearing Masonic regalia in the house ie out with a Masonic meeting, would never have happened. Let's just say the amount of artistic license used is nearly as big as Allan's over inflated ego. A megalomaniac in the right place at the right time. No more, no less. Judge for yourself the kind of person he is. I note they don't do go into much detail regarding the son he never acknowledged until the boy was a man. As for the actual film, much like the book, a jumpy, cobbled together tale of anecdotes to add to the self importance of Allan McGee. If you didn't know the Creation story you might think you were watching an Irvine Welch black comedy...

I've watched my fair share of music biopics, and this was enjoyable enough once I'd tuned into it. It is however rather patchy - in every respect. Perhaps that's a deliberate choice.

It's also quite cheap, leaning heavily on contemporary footage. Due to this and merely average writing, it struggles to find its own aesthetic and develop its full potential. It's hard to believe this is a 2020s movie; it feels older.

Why does any of this matter? Because it feels like a story that ought to be told properly. But this ^^^ might be it. Even Elvis only got one biopic. Though Joy Division got two - just saying.