Its visual/verbal imagery is cinematic glory. Ruins of a post-war civilization in a dystopian, post-punk, sexual nightmare of oppression and death. How to escape unscathed from Jarman’s furious immediacy? The last 30 minutes are absolutely hypnotic, poetic and liberating and definitely one of the most uplifting experiences I have ever had. Unforgettable. ~Tomorrow? Tomorrow has been canceled, due to lack of interest.
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.