It's easy and obvious what the film wants to tell but at the same time it's hard to watch and on some point, there are some irrelevant things going on. But who am I to say its irrelevant, I'am not Jarman... hahahaha,
A friend made me suffer through this 8 years ago. I still haven't forgiven her.
I'd have a hard time recommending this without reservations, I think--but at the same time I found it extremely haunting and effective (especially the sound editing)--a reminder that the apocalypse is always personal. I think it's going to stick with me for a while.
This should be renamed "The Death of England". A prolific film.
A rather shrill, scatter-gun attack on Thatcherism. Moments of affecting poetry are almost nullified by clumsy polemical diatribes. As ever with Jarman a rag-bag of elements are there for the taking, although as a whole it doesn’t hang together. As a political attack, rather like pissing in the wind. Best viewed as a series of pop videos, the form of which occupied the director at the time.