I would sooner watch Schindler's List on LSD than sit through Sing Street again

Rating: 1/10 (18 September 2016)

The film begins well, however, it seems to be lacking the Ireland- in-the-80s vibe best captured in The Commitments. The lead actors are far too well behaved to be Irish children from that era (I experienced 1980s Ireland, so I have insight).
But, gradually at first, then quickly, the plot seemed to lose cohesion and continuity. I could not tell how much time had elapsed between the scenes, and I am pretty sure there were some chronological inconsistencies that I do not now recall.
If you have yet to see this cinematic abomination, leave when the protagonist's love interest leaves for England, because things are about to become absolutely unbearable.
I saw the flick on a date and almost abandoned her due to the unsettling waves of cringing-shamefulness coursing through my cerebellum all the way down to my socks via my spine and sciatica. Had I been there alone, I would no doubt have biffed my Coke at the screen and walked out. But I could see that my date was loving the film, needless to say, I lost all respect for her and never called her again.
It seemed designed to indulge someone's weird sugar coated fantasies. Just pure cringe. The cringe peaks at the end gig, they were supposed to be a bunch of kids playing at the school disco, but there were violins and all sorts in the mix of these utterly dreadful songs that were clearly not written by teenage boys. There was that terrible scene with the headmaster, in which the plug would literally have been pulled on the band; to say nothing of that 1950s Americana scene which almost made me defecate in my trousers.
And when you thought 'OK, this must be it, the credits will surely save me', it continues. There's a particularly bad scene with the older miserable brother, where he said "you know I used to play guitar" and his younger brother is all surprised; how could you not know that your brother - who lives in the same house as you - plays an instrument?!
Even though it started OK, the fact that it became such an omni- shambles as it progressed did irreversible and retrospective damage to the entire movie. Every time I think about that film, I feel embarrassed for having sat through it. I would sooner watch Schindler's List on LSD than sit through Sing Street again