How frogs stood together and saved a Beatle from disaster
In 1984, Macca’s ‘Give My Regards to Broad Street’ opened to terrible reviews. Thank heavens for the singing frogs!
Harvey Weinstein leant close, eyeballing the director. “Next time,” Hollywood’s hottest up-and-coming producer growled, “show me the script.”
Peter Webb nodded, unsure what to say. Weinstein, just 32, was already notorious in the industry as a bulldog whose bite was considerably worse than his bark. And now he stood to be publicly humiliated.
He had put his reputation on the line talking 20th Century Fox into investing a fortune in Webb’s debut feature, Give My Regards To Broad Street. This was on the understanding the studio was backing a “Hollywood musical” starring ex-Beatle Paul McCartney. There was, to be fair, plenty of McCartney in the film. Sadly, it lacked any other redeeming qualities. This was a hard day’s slog: a charmless, incoherent mishmash...