I remember Frank Sidebottom from the glory days of the early 90s alt-comedy scene, the same demented dimension that produced Vic & Bob, Uncle Charlie, and of course Mr Methane. With his paper mâché head, keyboard noodling and tales of suburban Manchester he was like a gateway into a wonderful yet vaguely unsettling dream. It was a magical time.
Frank was of course like no-one else, and his passing leaves a hole in the cultural landscape that can’t ever be filled. At least we have the memories, and now at last a biopic movie.
Michael Fassbender as Frank Sidebottom:
From a design standpoint I prefer the real Frank’s eyes, but nonetheless I’m definitely going to see this. Opening week. MAGIC!