Occam is attributed to suggesting that "entities must not be multiplied beyond necessity". The maker of this film must not have read the same Wikipedia entry I did. While I like a convoluted conspiracy theory as much as the next guy, I think I'm going to have to believe that Paul McCartney is actually alive, and not dead and having been replaced by a marginally similar looking fellow who underwent years of plastic surgery and learned to speak, sing, and play bass guitar like Paul McCartney just to perpetrate some huge cover-up orchestrated by British Intelligence to keep teenage girls from committing suicide. There are some interesting coincidences, but really? Come on. Plus, what about the royalty checks? Are the other surviving Beatles just going to hand over hundreds of millions of dollars in royalties to some dude to just cover up a car crash? I think that's extremely unlikely. Also, I think it's an insult to the band's enormous creativity to suggest that every Beatles album after 1966 is a ghoulish obsession with every word and note a devotion to the dead Paul McCartney. Any way, this is a cruddy documentary with claims that are tenuous and fluky at best, narrated by a terrible George Harrison imitator who can't control his dodgy English accent while seemingly reading aloud from a script, loaded with cheap looking graphics, and no one involved knows how to spell or use Spell-check. It's a train-wreck. On Netflix Instant Streaming.
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