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Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll ticks all the music biopic boxes, but Whitecross wisely ramps things up by looking at Dury's life with the same sort of random, chaotic vision that both blessed and cursed the man himself.
The acting generally is first-class, but what holds the film together is the performance of Andy Serkis. His resemblance to Dury is simply uncanny, both in the appearance, the body language, the growling voice and the singing.
Andy Serkis delivers a spellbinding turn as Dury. Replicating Dury's cheeky chappie onstage persona is admirable enough; more astonishing is Serkis' uncanny incarnation of Dury in person, variously charming, belligerent, foul, pathetic and awesome.
While it feels slapdash rather than properly punk-collage ragged, Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll is an honest job, and it makes a good case for including Dury's work and personality in any Brit-culture list of Reasons to be Cheerful.
Anchored by a ripping central performance from Serkis, this biopic about notorious musician Ian Dury is too stylish for its own good. Director Whitecross shows ambition and audacity, but his riotous visual style is distracting.
There are no allusions to the empowering nature of punk that catalyses the tale; and strangest of all, there's not enough made of the funny, funky music that made him filmworthy in the first place. The result, too often, rings like a missed beat.