….Corbijn’s Control, the life and times of Ian Curtis based on his wife Debbie’s book, is a fantastically well-balanced film that had me muttering the word ‘redemption’ to myself about two thirds of the way through it. Ignore the adolescent obsessions with the iconography of National Socialism because we all do dumb things at 17. Leave behind thoughts that Manchester was anything but grim in the 1970s.
The director’s skill is seen most ably in the ‘live’ performance scenes and Riley doesn’t so much act as inhabit the character of Curtis. Go see, me likey.