The 1973 story of young fairground worker Jim (David Essex) making it as a pop star on the cusp of the ’60s captures the very smell of small-time rock’n’roll dreaming. It ekes real pathos from the bloating of Jim’s ego. Keith Moon’s his drummer. In the sequel, Jim turns Lizard King, forgets his roots, shags around and gives manager Adam Faith headaches. Great.
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