Rarely has the phrase "it's a game of two halves" been more apt than in this portrayal of George Best versus Coventry City.
During a dire first forty-five minutes the average cinema-goer must be wishing they hadn't braved the elements as our erstwhile, posturing hero meanders his way through a severely mediocre half of soccer.
Even the most ardent fan should be glad of the half time break and the chance for a five minute close up of George's not-so-pearly-whites and chiseled chops - you can almost smell the gingivitis.
The second half dawns with a dazzling bit of hosiery adjustment, and after that our leading man never looks back. As if buoyed by the new found stability of his perfect garter, Georgie discovers a mesmerizing on-screen chemistry with the Coventry full backs. Both of whom have a torrid time as the points in his sinful love triangle.
Besty, and the movie, get a fitting send-off in the last five minutes with a boozy, shambolic song from an old crooner.
During a dire first forty-five minutes the average cinema-goer must be wishing they hadn't braved the elements as our erstwhile, posturing hero meanders his way through a severely mediocre half of soccer.
Even the most ardent fan should be glad of the half time break and the chance for a five minute close up of George's not-so-pearly-whites and chiseled chops - you can almost smell the gingivitis.
The second half dawns with a dazzling bit of hosiery adjustment, and after that our leading man never looks back. As if buoyed by the new found stability of his perfect garter, Georgie discovers a mesmerizing on-screen chemistry with the Coventry full backs. Both of whom have a torrid time as the points in his sinful love triangle.
Besty, and the movie, get a fitting send-off in the last five minutes with a boozy, shambolic song from an old crooner.