My Generation

There's a tremendous amount of pleasure to be had in David Batty's "My Generation," a sloppy wet kiss to Michael Caine and British youth culture of the 1960s.

The longer the doc goes on, the more it sacrifices depth for frenetic overload, with too little in the way of insightful analysis to shed fresh perspective on the Swinging London years.

Thumbnail sketches of Pirate Radio, the Pill, London fashion and photography whiz by in a rush. It often comes off like a telly advert, but an expertly made one.

A brilliantly thrilling look back at the flowering of creativity and freethinking spirit of 1960s London, through the thoroughly charming perspective of Michael Caine.

It may feel rather gimmicky, but it's packed with entertaining surprises.

It's a glorious ode to the pop culture revolution.

It's a familiar but culturally important story that just needed a stronger editorial line to give it real heft. Great fun, though.

As a colourful, smoothly edited nostalgia trip, it's fine; perhaps there'll be more depth in the planned television series.

Park your brain and enjoy the vibe.

The enduring mystery of what Michael Caine is thinking and feeling remains intact during his watchable, if somewhat exasperating docu-reminiscence of 1960s swinging London.

Many of the anecdotes and insights here will already be familiar to anyone with even a passing knowledge of the period but that doesn't reduce in the slightest the nostalgic pleasure that the film provides throughout.

Blimey. Seen it all before, haven't we?