Wheatley is just not for me. This film confirms my suspicions from his other work that he has no narrative or thematic voice beyond an adolescent cynicism, and certainly no visual sophistication to speak of. As the bodies pile up, I realize that none of this matters in any way, nor has any impact on me, not as dark comedy nor as provocation.
BW Retrospective Before High-Rise Pt.1 : Ostensibly twisted & darker-than-black-ly humorous crime drama, actually movingly sour family drama about "independence from parents." Sudden violence, vivid Michael Smiley's performance, so malevolent mood...already constructed Ben Wheatley's style & less impact, nevertheless impressive debut feature.
Some notes I took while watching movie: "Great music. Some genuinely funny moments and some dark moments - but overall tone is agreeable, not bleak or tongue-in cheek. Good acting. Some nice camera work as camera pans back and forth between characters during conversation (my brother's observation)'
The way it veers between hilarious, absurdist, and horrific is queasy in itself. Evil not merely as banal, but pathetic: shuffled in between the cups of tea and daily pettiness. If there is a genre of Weird literature, Wheatley's its filmmaker: the quaint sadness of British culture eating its own tail. He uses music brilliantly as well: Karen Dalton no less. Its intimate and earnest. Which feels strange...
This was the third time I'd seen this film, and it gets better every viewing. I love the domestic side of crime/gangster movies such as this film and John Glazer's Sexy Beast. Going to watch High Rise this afternoon and I can't wait.