This movie could have been excellent had it not been for the fact that the director completely forgets to sell the romance between Pinkie and Rose to the audience. Not for a moment do I believe that a girl like Rose would fall for, let alone marry, a thug like Pinkie. I'm sure this is better explained in the book but I just can't believe such an accomplished movie could fail on a count like this. What a waste!!!!!!
This is well-made, if not utterly misguided filmmaking. The entire reasoning behind the novel is in Pinkie's devout Catholicism. Here, it's skimmed over. I know the original movie adaptation changed the ending, but to do it again here is a crime. How can you remove something as dark and haunting as Rose going towards "the greatest horror of all"?
I think the scenes were visually and musically interesting but I never felt drawn into the film, which never let me under the skin of the characters; the biggest crime as far as this film is concerned, is that the characters - masterfully written in the book - have turned out two-dimensional, archetypal stereotypes.
The film is very well acted, beautifully shot (the classic film noir aesthetic works for me all the time) and scored (great original music by Martin Phipps).
Even though on papers Pinkie is the hero, this version of Brighton Rock is very much Rose’s story — I don’t know how much that is due to the script but what was clear to me is that Andrea Riseborough totally owns the film. She’s a revelation.