Never mess with a man’s brother.
Presentation:
Praised for its ending, this English indie film has the grit of British cinema. It’s evidently low budget, but there’s something about the cinematography that communicates this isn’t your ordinary handheld indie movie. I wouldn’t say the presentation is unconventional, rather it has a disdain for the conventional. It’s in the shadow of Guy Ritchie movies except with more darkness afforded by its themes and black and white flashbacks. Paddy Considine is okay, and you may need subtitles to understand his colloquial accent.
Conclusion:
Like most indie films, it’s best watched as a surprise bag not knowing what to expect. But because I entered this waiting for its recommended ending, I wasn’t blown away. It’s definitely a surprise, but the payoff isn’t particularly noteworthy compared to spicier films.
Recommendations
Ghosts of cinema, through memory and sound.
Love only exists when you hit play.
A hole where love almost begins.
How did black and white ever fall out of fashion?
Some people shouldn’t have children.
Crème de la crème of French originality!
The best romance films are the ones that blend genres.
Drugs and lightning in the bottle!
If vampires couldn't pay rent!
Love, depravity, and humanity.
What's in the box?
Sometimes beauty does beat brains.
No one escapes from the socialite dinner party.
Be careful who you wish for…
Compassion for squatters.
Phil Tippett’s nightmare fuel.
The scariest part of this liminal horror is that it’s 100 minutes long.
Is it harder to escape from jail or each other?
Curiosity is the real killer.
Art used to mean something.
The WTF western.
Samurais can be gangsta too.
The simplest drawings, the heaviest tears.
Dead western walking.
Cinema for hipsters.
Violence is a funny thought experiment.
The best action movies have the best stuntmen!
The spirit of the American underdog.
Just imagine all the gems Scorsese makes after hours…
The deadly romance of photography.