Jane Horrocks virtually ruins this film with her nasal impersonation of a whiny cockney teenage bulimic. She’s like a nastier and unfunnier version of Harry Enfields spotty adolescent “Kevin”. Other Mike Leigh films have suffered from actors getting too “stuck”. Instead of creating credible “characters” they slide into grotesque caricature. Timothy Spall in this film [...]
That’s the Pratt’s singing a song about “Going to the Zoo” to hapless Ray. They’ll want him to join in in a minute. The Pratts are fundamentalist vegetarian clap-clappy Christians. Candice-Marie writes poems about “Flowers that gwow in spwing“; her Aspergerish Keeth is a humourless number obsessive bore. “Wish you’d stop wushing Keeth” cries Candice-Marie. [...]
I didn’t laugh as much as i used to. I might laugh if i were watching this with somebody who hadn’t seen it before – like say, a foreign language student. Show them how awful we English were (and still are) It feels a bit dated in that slightly embarrassing 1970′s kind of way. It’s [...]
