The Night We Called It A Day Review

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In the late '70s, an Australian music promoter books Frank Sinatra for a tour of Australia, but animosity between the star and the press develops, and the unions bring the show to a screeching halt.


Detailing a little-known episode in Sinatra mythology — an Australian tour that was brought to its knees by the unions after Ol' Blue Eyes called a journalist a “two-dollar whore” — this transforms a promising premise into a likeable but scattershot piece of fluff.

Joel Edgerton works hard to keep things fizzing as wannabe rock promoter Rod Blue, who is caught between Sinatra (Hopper, doing a passable impersonation), the unions, Blue’s villainous dad (Tony Barry) and adoring co-worker Audrey (Rose Byrne). But lacklustre writing, a tone that can’t decide between pointed comedy drama and high farce and an absence of genuine heart suggest there is a better film in this story than director Goldman can muster.

In terms of tone, it's all over the place, but there are small pleasures to be had, especially for Sinatra enthusiasts.