If you empty the bins of the editing suites of every music film for the last twenty years, put it in a blender with Irvine Welsh's last few terrible books, this is what you end up with. It's a terrible shame as theres a legitimate story to be told and some very good actors wasted (and Nick Moran should definitely stick to acting - his Malcolm McLaren impression is superb but truly he couldn't direct traffic). This film is a mess: a horrible cliche soup of strung-together anecdotes and derivative snapshots with no structure or shape. Does for Creation Records what 'Cats' did for cats.

I was hoping for so much from this film with a good lineup of actors and a decent screen writer.

Best way to describe the film.....it was alright.

With the vast amount of songs to choose from that era even the soundtrack wasn't great.

That was bloody awful, and I'm a huge fan of Creation Records.

There were a few funny lines but overall it felt like a Saturday Night Live movie that was derived from a moderately funny skit that shouldn't have been made.

It was meandering and was incredibly hard to understand what was being said half the time.

I almost turned it off with 45 minutes left, and in hindsight wish I did.