The Beatles: Eight Days a Week :: I’ve Never Smiled So Much…

Cineville - The Beatles: Eight Days A Week

I was probably around 7 or 8 when I first started listening to my sister’s old cassette of Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, but it wasn’t until I was 13 or 14 that I properly fell in love with The Beatles. They were my first musical love and probably the most intense relationship with a band I’ve ever had. And rightly so.

Over a period of two or three years, I collected every Beatles thing I could get my hands on and I read everything that - at the time - had ever been written. So most of what was featured in Eight Days a Week I already knew or had known at some stage. But that didn’t matter at all. The film was an absolute joy from start to finish and I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so much in the cinema. Plus, the technical remastering of all the old film footage is so very incredible that it really is like watching and listening to it for the first time.

Cineville - The Beatles: Eight Days A Week

Beautifully constructed and surprisingly cinematic, it reminded me why I loved The Beatles as much as I did. It was because – aside from the songs – they really were nice, ordinary lads who loved what they were doing.

At least until it all went pear-shaped, or rotten apple-shaped, but Eight Days a Week doesn't concern itself with any of that. 

Just the joy. 


Cineville - The Beatles: Eight Days A Week


The Viewing

I tried to see Eight Days a Week this afternoon at The Movies, but I got hopelessly lost and missed it. This evening I overcompensated, arriving at De FilmHallen about 20 minutes early. This was good in a way as gave me time to take in my surroundings, which were opulent and impressive. The screen in Zaal 5 is a large canvas stretched across a giant frame of scaffolding. Maybe that’s not unusual, but it looked unusual. Next time I’m in there early, I’ll take a photo so you can see what I’m talking about.

Also notable are the rugs around the walls of the screening room. There are quite a few and they're really quite beautiful. They'd look great in my flat actually, but of course not so many people would get to enjoy them, so they’re probably better off where they are. I suppose.

As I’d arrived early, this gave me time to observe that the cinema remained almost deserted right up till the last minute. Consequently, I became slightly paranoid that I’d chosen the wrong screening room again. But I hadn’t. Apparently it’s the Dutch way. They sit in the bar till the programme is just about to start, then they all file in at the last minute, bringing their booze with them. They’re pretty respectful once they’re inside though – the fact that they have booze doesn’t make them rowdy. Or at least, this is certainly true in the independent cinemas I frequent – I can’t speak for the Pathé crowd.

After the screening, even though it was almost midnight, they showed the Beatles' Shea Stadium concert in full, in all its digitally remastered glory. Pretty cool. But not for me. I'm in it for the talking these days. So I went home.

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