Oh, Yoko

I have to say this about the whole Yoko thing: after decades of being a punchline, this film should be total vindication for her. She’s been accused of somehow breaking up The Beatles longer than I've been alive - and I remember when MTV played music, that's how old I am - yet according to the millions of feet of footage I’ve witnessed throughout this documentary all she’s done is meekly sit next to John trying not to look bored out of her skull for hours on end. She never really says a goddam thing; meanwhile, there’s a dozen or so people at any given time wandering over to buzz into Paul’s ear about this shit or that shit, distracting him. - XMASTIME

There's no chance I read this book but I hope you do because again, I'm all for the Yoko-nassaince (as long as I don't hafta actually listen to her music, obviously).