Once upon a time, to be a DJ was a risky business. I mean, really risky. Also, more fun than nowadays. Those were the days.
OK, I admit The Boat That Rocked may be slightly disjointed and anachronistic: for one, we are treated to A Whiter Shade of Pale while Procol Harum did not even exist when Radio Rock sank. So what? It just shows that Radio Rock was ahead of its time. The DJs are sexy (well, some of them), the soundtrack is gorgeous, and the dialogue is classic Curtis:
‘So tell us Mark, now at the very end — what was your secret? How did you get all them girls?’
‘Simple. Don’t say anything at all.’
‘Nothing?’
‘Nothing. Then, when the tension becomes too much to bear, you finally, finally, you just say: “How about it, then?”’
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