I probably would have given this a four, if it hadn't been for the generally poor standard of Beatles' post-60s product. To not give it a five, especially when compared to its immediate competition, seems churlish.
I'm surprised someone thought that this film was lacking in atmosphere, as it's got an abundance of the stuff in its short running time.
This is, mercifully, a warts 'n' all depiction of Lennon/The Beatles and, like the most successful post-'Let It Be' record released under the group's name ('Live at the BBC'), this approach is much, much more preferable to the airbrushed one we are too often given ('Anthology', 'Let It Be.....Naked', 'Love' and, though not terrible films, 'Backbeat' and 'Nowhere Boy').
The reason 'Hours and Times' works is that apart from knowing they went to Spain together, and that their personal and working relationship apparently didn't suffer as a consequence, this is actually ALL WE DO KNOW. Future film-makers should bear this in mind when tackling The Beatles as a subject.
As for the film itself, it is clear that the harder role to get right is the deeply complex Epstein and not Lennon, who isn't half as complex as many would have you believe. I don't mean that as a criticism of Lennon, I much prefer the hard edged Rocker of the 50s/early 60s to the boring, saintly 'Imagine' image he is often given.
The stand out scene by a huge margin is the fabulous 'dance' scene with the air-stewardess.
This three or four minutes could have been a film all of its own, and it's almost a tragedy when the picture fades and the film returns to the Lennon/Epstein axis.