I always had a strong dislike for the song Yellow Submarine, and was expecting this to be the (now-commonplace) style of music film more commonly seen on Broadway or in the West End whereby songs from an artist or band are contrived together into a highly affected plot. I was not entirely surprised by this film, but there was something, just something, about it that made it not dreck. Still, I'd prefer to re-watch Pink Floyd: The Wall (1982).
The film’s message can be scrunched down to: “Music is better than violence.” It’s sure to add, however, that by lucky coincidence the former is on sale now at your local record store.
— Joseph Jon Lanthier (Slant Magazine)