"I've never lived closer to danger, but I've never felt safer. I've never felt more confident, and people could spot it from a mile away. And as for this, the violence? I gotta be honest - it grew on me. Once you've taken a few punches and realize you're not made of glass, you don't feel alive unless you're pushing yourself as far as you can go."
An Ivy League student that turns to hooliganism this passionately? Uncredible. Furthermore the film tends to glorify hooligans in a way, the 'we are brothers and have each others back' angle. Unnecessary since it's childish and ridiculous. Cliche characters and over-the-top produced violence. There's basically nothing in here.
I couldn't tell if this film was glorifying or condemning hooliganism; I'm not sure the people who made it knew either. My confusion might have been the result of an attempt at nuance, but if so it was a failed one. By the end, I didn't have much sympathy for any of the characters, nor did I particularly like them.
More movies need to have this kind of energy. You could feel the tension the way the GSE walked and carried themselves. The casting was perfect. You could imagine a fight erupting at any mintute just from the dirty looks being exchanged, the furrowing of eyebrows and the taunting.