Most movies that look like they were “fun to make” turn out to be terrible. I imagine it was a blast backstage to be on the set of those Sinatra Rat Pack movies, but the audience sure doesn’t get to enjoy that. The sheer infectious glee of A Hard Day’s Night, on the other hand, actually gets across what it must have been like to be the Beatles in 1964. Since I was ten years old, I’ve probably watched this movie once a year. (And I never liked Help! better, not even at ten, which is how I know I’m a good person.)