Warts and all, in fits and starts, finally the Hardest Working Man in Show Business gets his story told.

Magically, unexpectedly, most funkily, Get on Up feels fresh and crisp as the Godfather of Soul's keenest moves.

It's stirring scattershot stuff, made with a fine eye for period detail and an evident passion for the music, which remains the driving force throughout.

You can move a million miles a minute but what's all that fancy footwork worth if you don't have anyone to share it with at the end of the day?