Boy meets girl, girl unimpressed, boy starts band.
The boy is Conor, the band’s Sing Street. Through them we relive the music of the 80’s, watching as they evolve from butchering Duran Duran covers to becoming a credible band.
The young cast are effortlessly loveable and immediately endearing. Abusive teachers, broken families and the gloom of 1980’s Ireland also play their part but the film still maintains its joyous, fairy-tale-like quality.
If I had to nit-pick, the band’s sound is more Adam Levine than Adam Ant but like a well-worn 80s record, there’s a fuzzy authenticity to Sing Street.