Metacritic reviews

As entertaining as the film is – and boy, is it ever – there is still a feeling that Supersonic could have delved even deeper, as there are glaring omissions to the story.

Smartly cutting off before the long decline, this is an epic story, beautifully told.

If some of the stormy relationship stories seem old, the wealth of archive material is gob-smacking: early rehearsals, gig footage and intimate phone calls.

The story of Britpop’s iconic band at its peak is told with wit, honesty and swagger. Which, given its two leads, is entirely fitting.

Where Whitecross succeeds is in the packaging of the whole story. With a running time of just over two hours, he manages to effectively compress the rather interesting story of the band’s inception and couple that with the explosive yet turbulent times of the band out on the road.

The frenetic, ad-hoc aesthetic of the visuals complements the shaggy dog brilliance of Oasis.

Hardly the most probing or edifying of rock docs, this A24-backed, one-night-only theatrical release is nonetheless a riotously enjoyable, appropriately deafening flashback to one of the last moments in music history when a bunch of knuckleheads with guitars could conquer the world on chutzpah alone.

It may surprise people who’ve experienced the Gallaghers only in tabloid-fodder mode that “Supersonic” teems with stirring and even moving moments.

It’s a remarkable time capsule, and the whiplash of overnight fame has seldom been captured with such visceral force, but the film is so high on the absurdity of it all that it never relays any palpable sense of what it really feels like to suddenly be given everything you’ve ever wanted.

There’s only so much lovable bad behaviour you really want to indulge them in now.