k-punk
Spectres of Mark
Powerful if obvious savaging of 'the Feel Good Brit Flick' in the The Times today, a fulmination inspired by (someone call out the divebombers) ' a new home-grown comedy about a London transvestite saving a crippled Northampton shoe factory'.
'The Germans have given us the paranoid depths of Expressionism, the Italians created Neo-Realism, the French have perfected brooding Melodramatic Existentialism, while the British bask in the bathetic glow of a plucky little yokel, a couple of nude scenes and a happy-clappy sing-song finale.'
Given that the only viable alternative is mockney gangster (although Guy RItchie's new film sounds so gloriously preoposterous that I'm almost tempted to see it, something that I would never have said of any of his other flicks), it's pretty clear that British films have never been worse, with no prospect of any improvement. Which prompted the question in me: apart from the odd mavericks (yeh, the usual suspects, Powell, Roeg), hasn't British cinema always been pretty poor really?
And nobody mention Wallace and fucking Gromit...
'The Germans have given us the paranoid depths of Expressionism, the Italians created Neo-Realism, the French have perfected brooding Melodramatic Existentialism, while the British bask in the bathetic glow of a plucky little yokel, a couple of nude scenes and a happy-clappy sing-song finale.'
Given that the only viable alternative is mockney gangster (although Guy RItchie's new film sounds so gloriously preoposterous that I'm almost tempted to see it, something that I would never have said of any of his other flicks), it's pretty clear that British films have never been worse, with no prospect of any improvement. Which prompted the question in me: apart from the odd mavericks (yeh, the usual suspects, Powell, Roeg), hasn't British cinema always been pretty poor really?
And nobody mention Wallace and fucking Gromit...