Hour upon hour upon hour of Beatles making music. The more we watched Get Back the more we liked it; the intimacy, the humour, the warmth, a full colouring in of loosely sketched impressions you’d held for so long of four people.
By the end we were loving it; a heartwarming endearing thing, in the casual presence of genius.
You know it’s going to wind its way up onto the roof and it does not disappoint. Paul mentions initial nerves each time they return to performing but all I’m seeing in his eyes and grin is a kind of joy and spirit and daring.
