It's hard to care for a film if you don't buy in. Here i don't believe anything that's happening. I don't believe in the story, don't believe in the characters. Except the postcard from Spain, i don't understand what Frears tries to do with his royal casting. Some (cheap) philosophy ? We'll all die one day etc etc. Almost never a true idea translated into images.
For some reason I can't take british gangsters seriously. It took me a while to get into the movie because at first I found it pretty by-the-numbers and predictable. As far as story goes it didn't really get better but John Hurt and a young Tim Roth gave good enough performances to keep me interested.
Antagonizing conceptions of life and death among criminals. An stylish and multi-layered examination of that moment of truth, of coming to terms with the vague but terrifying notion of parting this world. Fantastic performances by the leading triad. Probably Frears' best and most underrated cinematic venture.
Just watched this with my father. He wasn't so impressed, but I enjoyed it enough to think it was worth my time. It's pretty clear cut, but the whole existential death blah blah was introduced rather abruptly and then we might have been lead to think that this pondering on death was what the film was actually about. Whatever. Enjoyable enough, worth watching.
I enjoyed the film - especially the performances of Hurt, Stamp, Roth and del Sol all around - but I'm rather disappointed with the ending which, as well staged and elaborated as it is, feels thumbtacked upon the flow of the story (felt like something else should've happened rather than a violent breakdown). That and the appearances of Eric Clapton and Fernando Rey are all too fleeting to be fully appreciated.