This is Ringo Starr's rock-star romp, glam just before Bowie darkened the fun with his Spiders From Mars. Silly bits, Ringo in a rodent suit, mad tea parties, rockabilly raveups in the basement at Apple Records ... it's all here in that druggy, bits'n'pieces late-Beatles style of filmmaking  that's as meaningful as, well, Marc's disembodied head appearing inside a piano being played by Elton John.