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| Just watched this and I really want to gosh about it. A neat snapshot of modern England, at its nastiest it's like The Filth minus even that series's spi-fi punk refuge; here is all sadism in schoolyards, cars cars cars temper temper, good ol' Mr. Wimpey's homes, blitz of the spirit. It's not really like that so much though because there's The Invisibles in there, not the people necessarily who read The Great Work but the people George was writing about, poor sods battling Yuppie gods; good teachers, social workers, they giggle through dance-classes and crack jokes when their bicycle gets stolen. It's a good film. The same sensuous pleasure you maybe got from Amelie but with none of that film's easiness. |
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