Bob Geldof has a terrible childhood, becomes a rock star and decides human contact was the mistake. Bold of the biopic to skip Live Aid.
Every loss, humiliation and sadistic teacher becomes another brick in Bob’s wall. He mostly looks comfortably numb, which suits a man bricking himself in.
Gerald Scarfe’s animation is the real show-off, with predatory flowers and marching hammers. It looks like someone illustrated a nervous breakdown.
The trouble is Alan Parker rarely meets a metaphor without wondering if it could be thirty feet high and on fire. I followed the pictures far better than the plot. Thankfully, the songs keep rescuing it.
The wall came down. My bafflement took slightly longer.
You really have to be in the mood for this to work. It is an abstract film with virtually no plot except that it follows the album. There are horrific moments of a young boy wandering through the trenches piled high with corpses, beautiful animations of surreal intricacy, but there are also scenes of Bob Geldof singing and completely ruining Pink Floyd's tunes. You would not have remembered his voice being so awful until you hear this. Punk is the only genre he could have survived in. Music he cannot do nor can he act. Why did they cast him? Breaking up a room is not difficult to act except for Bob. If you could edit out BG and just have the animations it would be hypnotic.