There are a few movies that just have it all. Brilliant witty dialogue, boundless energy, beautiful black and white cinematography, a first-rate soundtrack, a cantankerous (but very clean!) old grandfather, and The Beatles.
A Hard Day's Night is, in my rather biased opinion, the greatest movie musical ever made. Although I also have an inordinate fondness for such classics as Oklahoma and West Side Story, it was A Hard Day's Night that liberated this genre from its Broadway roots and injected it with the 60's British Invasion rock 'n roll aesthetic, following "a day in the life" of the Fab Four, as they are "unleashed on the unsuspecting south" (of England, that is).
If you don't feel good after watching A Hard Day's Night, in the words of jazz great Louis Jordan, "Jack you're dead."
But it's this scene in particular, a line from which provides the sub-heading of my blog's banner, which continues to amaze me with its prescience. George accidentally stumbles into a television production office, and what happens next is a four-minute summation of everything that's wrong with advertising and television and popular culture. The only thing that has changed in the nearly fifty (!) years since this movie came out is the technology that is used to manipulate us.