Just watched Nowhere Boy, a biopic about John Lennon's teen years, ending just as he goes off to Hamburg for the Beatles' first big gig. I'm not a huge fan of biography - written or filmed - but this was interesting. The lead actor did a good job, I thought, as did the actresses playing the two sisters, his mother and the aunt who raised him. That triangle was the heart of the story... the Beatles really just a by-the-way.
I got a little sidetracked from the story though, enjoying the production design of the two contrasting households: the lively, floral, red-background wallpaper of the mother's house, with its cheerfully clashing furnishings - versus the cooler, grayer, much more controlled and balanced-looking decor of the aunt's house. (With great '40s period suburban-pseudo-Tudor paneling! I always think of it as "Pseudor" - a lame joke I bet one interior designer in a thousand might actually catch. I have a shameful affection for fake Tudor and Gothic. But I'm thinking about a 12 step program to kick that habit.)
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