Eight Days A Week, the Ron Howard documentary.
When I was a kid, I was not a huge Beatles fan. I liked what they did, but not enough to buy their records. Blues, folk, and music with ethnic flavours is still what grabs me. However, I did see the Beatles in concert on two occasions, and Ron Howard's documentary on their touring years is about as close as we can get to what it was like. What I remember of those concerts is just what a great live band the Beatles were. They had no fold-back or sound desk, so they had to estimate the balance by experience. Having the opportunity to see and hear them with contemporary cinema quality sound is stunning, but thank God they didn't let Ringo sing too often.
Even as late as the 1990s, this movie would have been very popular, but our local multi-plex didn't even bother to put up a poster. The small audience was interesting; a bunch of old-timers chuckling at the reminders of youth. A couple of teenage girls, who were there with their grandmother, were bored witless, and spent the time frigging around with their smart phones. Probably watching X Factor.