Just where do you start with a film like this that is so toe curlingly twee and embarrassing?, having had this movie on tape for a few years the more I watch it the more it makes my cheeks go red..and thats in an empty house!!. Our story begins when a very sweet girl who wants to open a coffee bar in London's Soho district (where else),she feels so sorry for the youngsters having nowhere to go at night, so she persuades her rich aunt to buy it for her, in no time the place is up and running, meantime the son of a famous band leader and friend of the aunt's family comes on the scene (Lee Paterson's epitaph should read "he never turned down a part..no matter how bad!"), romance quickly blossoms but before that happens we have to put up with some of the worst rock and roll acts i've ever seen on the screen, with Paterson doing all the arranging for recording these "artists" you really have to see and hear some of the song's, the café resident sweeper up "Terry" is no other that English teen singer Terry Dene and its quickly realised that we have a star on our hands, some of the songs he sings are enough to cut and file your toenails!, dreadful!and you really must check out the crowd of teenagers who dance to his songs, mind boggling!, a typical sugar sweet romantic plot totally drowns the film's sheer tackiness, also check the recording studio!, amazing what they can do with a couple of tables and a curtain!. Peter Dynelly also stars as an American record mogul, Mr Washington who own Washington records and he saves the day when he rescue's Terry from a rival record company who want him for nothing.A real stinker but worth it if you like really badly made movies...and songs!.
Review of The Inbetween Age
