Release Date: June 8th, 2012
Directed by: Chris Hopewell, Crispian Mills
Written by: Crispian Mills
Music by: Michael Price
Cast: Simon Pegg, Clare Higgins, Amara Karan, Paul Freeman, Alan Drake
Pinewood Films, The Works International, Keel Films, Indomina Productions, Universal Pictures, 100 Minutes
“You’re fucked up, Jack. You need therapy.” – Dr. Friedkin, “Oh I haven’t got time. I’ve got a meeting in about an hour.” – Jack
This was an unusual film. I wanted to like it, as I can enjoy Simon Pegg in almost anything. I just couldn’t wrap my head around its bizarreness, which being an aficionado of bizarre film, surprised me.
It had some stuff working for it – Simon Pegg as an eccentric lead character plus amazing cinematography and use of color. It also had things working against it – weird sequences that didn’t feel fluid with the film, a plot that wasn’t as interesting as the premise, choppy editing and an overuse of artistic film devices that felt out of place.
This film struggled to find its identity, as the director seemed to be struggling to figure out just what kind of film he was making. It’s a mish mash of film school clichés filled with a lot of characters who I felt you were supposed to endear yet none of them were remotely likable. It was a very hard film to process and relate too and it fell flat in almost every way. Except visually.
I don’t know this director’s background but this film makes me feel like he was a music video director that thought it would be a good idea to make a feature when he’s never had to create a narrative longer than four minutes. As I said, I don’t know if that’s the director’s background but that’s what this film felt like.
It’s not a bad film, it’s not a good film, it’s a forgettable film. I’ll most likely never watch it again. I don’t feel like I wasted my time on it but it left me with nothing to hold on to.