Everybody's got something to hide, except for him and his monkey

Like Billy Elliot, but straight. Mostly. With a monkey. Chimps are technically apes, but monkeys are more cheeky. And more fun by the barrel.

The lads speak like proper blokes. Like Harry Potter, but fun. Might be exotic for the Yanks. I think the Yankettes like that. That's a lot of likes. Channeling my inner Jersey girl. Normandy, not NJ.

The whole movie is pretty much apolitical. Williams comes from back when entertainers knew not to alienate half their audience. Fancy that.

As a movie, it's well-crafted, energetic, unapologetic, slightly self-reflective, sans the angst. The musical pieces also reminded me why I never was into boy bands. Or girl bands. Not the audience. Williams somewhat comes off as a Jamiroquai wannabe with Oasis envy, in a male Spice Girls act. Dreadful.

Being unfair here. From what little I've heard, he's a genial chap. Certainly seems so from his biopic.

Still, I enjoyed the movie. Probably means it's good.

And well, monkey.