Strong resemblance to Billy Elliott at the start, but I think this is intentional and mostly due to Julie Walters playing Paul Potts’ mother.
This film, about a boy growing up in England where it is frowned upon having a dream of becoming an opera singer, can’t make up its mind, it seems.
It says it’s based on a true story, but so much keeps happening, it dazzles a bit and bores in the end. To be fair they should have made the film a bit shorter, cut out some pieces.
Paul Potts meet an absolutely lovely girl due to his mate (whom I know from both The Office, but also the first part of Pirates of the Caribbean, I’ll never forget his eye ball with a wobbling fork in it?!) who can’t stand that Paul has been texting with someone for ages and still hasn’t figured out a way to get a date from it.
Paul wants to be an opera singer, gets the chance to do this in Venice (LOVELY scenes there, by the way, but in my own experiences, Italians usually don’t speak English that well -I could be wrong here) and can’t make his own desire becoming the truth: to gain Luciano Pavarotti’s approval.
Every time he’s about to achieve something big, something happens. Something that makes him end up in the hospital for surgery.
The scene where Paul is becoming Manager because his mate is becoming a District Manager: they could have left that out. It has no real value to the film, so are some other parts.
Stay for the music, but the storyline keeps dragging on, despite the lovely cast.