n my opinion it was a great movie with some interesting elements, even though having some plot holes and the ending probably was just too messy and crammed together, but still fun to watch and not your casual movie that is similar to all other ones.

The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

Amazing worth wacthing. So good. Biased but well made with many good points.

One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

The cameras are not state of the art and there are few tracking shots - not surprising with it having been made on such a tight budget - but they still could have made better use of the resources available. The impact of some sequences is weakened by excessive cutting. Potentially majestic images, such as construction cranes against the sky, are often only in shot for about two seconds before we cut to something else, which seems entirely the wrong approach aesthetically if you trying to make a dreamy, contemplative film rather than an extended pop video. Despite these flaws, good use is made of St Etienne's songs, and the imagery accompanying them is agreeable enough, although rarely breathtaking. If you expect a documentary to impart information or give you a radical perspective on familiar subject matter then this is definitely not for you. But if you've simply had an awful day at work and you need something to relax with, providing minimal intellectual and emotional stimulation, then Finisterre could hardly be more perfect. Bland, but soothing, it's best thought of as digital lavender oil, or perhaps the film equivalent of listening to the shipping forecast.

As others have noted, it's the narration that bogs this down. I know Saint Etienne make nods to the 1960s, but it's that fruity male voice that seems to belong to the kind of Government-funded supporting feature you sat through in the cinema as a kid while you waited for the Bond film to start. Your main course before you're allowed dessert. Question is, were the makers doing in this deliberately? Is it meant to be ironic? Many of the shots in this piece are timeless; Primrose Hill, the canal in Camden, which do add to the feeling that this could have been done in the 1960s. Again, maybe this is deliberate but it does seem a bit pointless; it's hardly a time capsule. Some of the visuals are lovely, the sort you see in the C4 show Skins, but without any drama, you may as well be clicking through photos on your laptop machine, nice as they are. Backed by the band's rather tinny, bloodless music, they succeed for the first half in making London about as exciting as Saint Etienne's hometown, Croydon.It does pick up a bit from Primrose Hill onwards but this is overall a strangely distant, antiseptic treatment of the capital. Recalling it the next day is more enjoyable than sitting through it at the time.

As a fan of St Etienne, I was looking forward to seeing this but I'll admit to being a little disappointed, there wasn't really enough of their music to make it essential for me. The portentous voice over was a little too "Little Britain", and although the film started well, the eulogising over London started to become irritating towards the end. Phrases like "Anyone with any ambition at some point moves to London" won't go down too well outside the M25. Still, what there is of the St Etienne soundtrack is predictably good, and there are enough interesting shots of London to make Finisterre worth viewing. I'd recommend it to anyone who's a fan of the band, or who's interested in seeing the less touristy side of London.

Anyone familiar with the music of Saint Etienne (who provided the soundtrack, and whose Bob Stanley co-wrote the script) will instantly recognize their input into this film: the referencing of classic pop lyrics, the obsession with London, at once mythologising and yet very honest. A documentary about London- its buildings its people and the magic it holds, Finisterre can draw comparions with the films of Patrick Keiller. This, however more accessible and has some lovely (albeit rather brief) interviews and reflections from artist Julian Opie, recording studio owner Liam Watson, and musicians Lawrence (from Felt) and Vic Godard (from Subway Sect).Never shying away from showing uglier sides of the city, but managing to find beauty in them, Finisterre is a very entertaining and quite magical documentary.