Which British music mockumentary or biopic moment made you cringe AND cheer?

That Troubadour scene where the audience literally floats is peak British biopic showmanship. Cheesy? Maybe. Iconic? Absolutely.

Historically dodgy, emotionally undeniable. The 20-minute finale had cinemas air-drumming in unison whether you liked it or not.

Manchester's Madchester era told with sneering wit and pigeon droppings on Bez. Still the smartest British music film going.

Okay, technically Irish, but the John Hughes-meets-Smiths energy captured every awkward UK teen's bedroom-mirror popstar delusion.

Before Beatlemania there was mummy issues and a Rickenbacker. Divisive, understated, and quietly devastating.