George Ezra’s reputation as the nicest man in pop emerges intact from this easygoing documentary that follows his 95-day, 1,200 mile walk from Land’s End to John o’Groats. Striding out in box-fresh hiking boots, tent strapped to his rucksack, he’s joined by two old mates from his uni days in Bristol, Adam Scarborough and Christy Tattershall, who direct. (Though we never catch a glimpse of the support vehicle that presumably carried the acoustic guitar and fire pit.)
It’s spring 2021. Ezra is anxious about touring again. After months of isolation, he wants to be back out in the world, but he’s nervous about returning to a punishing schedule. Sitting by a river in West Yorkshire, he tells Scarborough and Tattershall how unwell touring left him before the pandemic, emotionally and mentally drained. He describes breaking down in London on a rare day off, crying his eyes out trying to pull on a sock. Ezra is very good on mental health. Still, you won’t learn much about his private life here; he manages to be open about his struggles while guarding his privacy, no mean feat.
