OU might have heard that there is a movie knocking around about One Direction.
Directed by Morgan Spurlock, of Supersize Me notoriety, One Direction: This Is Us is the story of five lads and their meteoric rise to fame.
Don't expect a music documentary. This is about brand saturation, fandom, and teen hysteria.
There is footage of the boys performing on stage, mucking around backstage, winding down post-show on the tour bus and relaxing in their hotel rooms. And yes, at one point we see Styles's boxer shorts.
We also occasionally see the boys exploring the cities they visit fleetingly, when they are not being mobbed by masses of hysterical girls.
Fans feature heavily in Spurlock's film, as they have done in the boys' careers – I've lost count of the times they have wheeled out: "We wouldn't be here without you".
But an eye-watering four million people in the UK call themselves Directioners – uber-fans, who endlessly tweet about the boys and spend their spare pennies following them about.
And if the movie has a message it is that they make the young fans happy, so knocking One Direction on musical grounds would be like kicking a doe-eyed puppy.
What the film is missing though, is any kind of glimpse into the boys' lives outside the band. No girlfriends are seen or rumours addressed.
There's no sex or drugs, and very little rock n' roll for that matter. We're being sold a strictly rose-tinted view of the boys' lives – hardly surprising given that Simon Cowell is a producer on the film.
Having said that, there are sweet interviews with the boys' families. Teary-eyed mums tell how their sons went to The X Factor auditions and never returned.
Payne's father details the precious moments he has missed with his son.
They make it sound as if some UFO intervention was involved.
It's 92 minutes of One Direction, so fans of the lads will love it.