Watch as Ed Sheeran runs around New York Tom Cruise style with a guitar in hand approaching ‘strangers’ and asking them if he can sing. Cinema vérité ladies and gentlemen. It’s honestly fucking incredible in the worst possible way. I just spent 61 minutes of my life trapped in an Ed Sheeran street performance RPG where every NPC is a paid actor pretending they’re not and the awkwardness becomes so intense it loops into unintentional comedy. If you think using drones equates to good filmmaking please unfollow me. The gimmick a treated like some holy revelation to the point the film literally pauses and fast forwards so Ed can tell you it’s one shot, as if I should applaud the suffering. Every interaction feels like genuine social anxiety on camera. Ed ambles up to clearly scripted randoms, offers them a song and they react with brittle smiles of hostages who’ve rehearsed their lines twice while they bop their heads in the most awkward manor imaginable. Visually it’s a flat, ugly New York tourism ad, musically it’s Ed Sheeran doing Ed Sheeran shit outside of the ‘chance’ encounter with Camilla Cabello where she shows him up in his own film as they sing together in the car, camera attached to the hood and all. Hilariously bad, don’t know the last time I laughed this much in a film.
Watch as Ed Sheeran runs around New York Tom Cruise style with a guitar in hand approaching ‘strangers’ and asking them if he can sing. Cinema vérité ladies and gentlemen. It’s honestly fucking incredible in the worst possible way. I just spent 61 minutes of my life trapped in an Ed Sheeran street performance RPG where every NPC is a paid actor pretending they’re not and the awkwardness becomes so intense it loops into unintentional comedy. If you think using drones equates to good filmmaking please unfollow me. The gimmick a treated like some holy revelation to the point the film literally pauses and fast forwards so Ed can tell you it’s one shot, as if I should applaud the suffering. Every interaction feels like genuine social anxiety on camera. Ed ambles up to clearly scripted randoms, offers them a song and they react with brittle smiles of hostages who’ve rehearsed their lines twice while they bop their heads in the most awkward manor imaginable. Visually it’s a flat, ugly New York tourism ad, musically it’s Ed Sheeran doing Ed Sheeran shit outside of the ‘chance’ encounter with Camilla Cabello where she shows him up in his own film as they sing together in the car, camera attached to the hood and all. Hilariously bad, don’t know the last time I laughed this much in a film.
