Punk didn’t just happen in England and the U.S. According to this fictionalized version of memoirs by Terri Hooley, owner of a record label and a store named after a certain Beach Boys number, 1970s Belfast was a hotbed of snarlingly good bands that helped offset trouble in the streets. The recreation of time and place is uncanny, and sometimes exciting, but if you have a low tolerance for Robin Williams-type smirking, you’ll find Richard Dormer annoying as Hooley. The domestic side of the story is feeble, and the movie doesn’t have enough trust in the music Hooley supported to let us hear more than a few snippets at a time.

International Village, September 28 (9:15 p.m.); Rio, October 6 (4:15 p.m.)