![]() After the aforementioned interview, which covers such anodyne topics as how hard it is on the road and how nice it is that they have so many fans, the film gets down to business presenting a bog-standard concert doc, filmed at San Siro Stadium in Milan last June. I think he’s mine too now, because he looks a bit endearingly skeevy and fully aware that he’s third or even fourth banana but having a blast all the same, like a cross between Howard from Take That and Dee Dee Ramone.įans familiar with One Direction’s previous cinematic outing, One Direction: This Is Us, may feel somewhat short-changed by the dearth here of carefully vetted, pseudo-spontaneous behind-the-scenes footage. ![]() When the film finally started up with an exclusive interview with the band pre-concert and the cheeky one from Doncaster started chattering away (Eve informed me this was Louis), I heard the older lady next to me whisper to her daughter that he was her favourite. The daughter was roughly my age, and the mother looked to be somewhere in her late 70s. Predictably, the bulk of the audience was made up nine-13-year-olds, with Eve probably the smallest there, although we were charmed to discover we were sitting next to another mother-and-daughter pair. Twenty-four hours or so later we were in the Vue Cineplex in Norwich. One Direction’s This Is Us movie: watch the first trailer for Morgan Spurlock’s documentary - video Guardian If you can’t imagine, think of something like the sound of a hysterical bat being electrocuted while attempting polyphonic singing through a vocoder. ![]() You can perhaps imagine the ear-piercing squeals of delight when I told her mummy had tickets for us to go see their latest movie, the abundantly punctuated One Direction: Where We Are – The Concert Film. Up until that point Let It Go from Frozen had been the soundtrack of our lives – in the bath, in the car, over Hello Kitty pasta shapes and toast - and then suddenly it was all, like, Elsa Who, Harry this and Niall that, and non-stop renditions of Live While We’re Young. ![]() Then, about six months ago, my five-year-old daughter Eve came home from school and demanded I download One Direction albums because all her friends liked them. Apparently, they had quite a few hits, although for the life of me I wouldn’t have been able to name one song, let alone sing a single bar. Like many other people over the age of 40 worldwide, I was vaguely aware that they’d done rather well for themselves, certainly better than that year’s de facto X Factor winner, whatever his name was. I confess that for the past three years, I hadn’t given much thought to One Direction since they came third on The X Factor in 2010, which was the last season of the show I watched all the way through. ![]()
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