The Beach Boys’ public face in the ’60s may have been all about fun, fun, fun in the summertime, but there was a lot of torment behind the surfboards and T-Birds. It’s captured in all of its painful yet musically rhapsodic glory in “Love & Mercy,” one of the best music biopics of recent years.
Of course, at their peak, the Beach Boys were really just about one person: Brian Wilson. It was his combination of pop smarts and musical vision that turned the group he formed with brothers Dennis and Carl, cousin Mike Love, and friend Al Jardine from a purveyor of giddy, disposable surf-rock to an outfit that, with the lush symphonics of the pioneering “Pet Sounds” album, pushed hard against pop’s rigid barriers.
But that genius came with a cost: the emotional torture of being dismissed and hounded by his father and misunderstood by his brothers, bandmates and fans; the inability to establish human connections; and a retreat inward.
Portraying this, while simultaneously showcasing how Wilson came up with his brilliantly idiosyncratic pop music, is tough for a two-hour film without seeming scattershot or overcrowded. But director Bill Pohlad — better known as a producer on “12 Years a Slave” and “The Tree of Life” — has managed to do it.