This movie is like staring straight into the sun for two hours. Combines a relentless dose of nihilism and disgusting human cruelty with my favorite genre: the wandering picaresque. Goes from the functions of the body to the size of the universe, and in between doesn't stop writhing in agony from the disconnect between the two.
While life & the direction of the mankind, indeed, might be faraway from being "peachy-creamy" (moreover, it seems like a well-planned accident), one shall never lose the sarcasm & urge to dig until the core of every matter incarnated in our world. A complex & brilliant character, who seems to be one of the most hopeless persons in the game, yet is the one to open your eyes by spitting the reality in the face.
This film is the reason why the word 'masterpiece' exists. The year was '93 and the greatest, most complex character study ever created reflected on the screen, unravelling an unmeasured viscerality and bleak rawness no one could have ever foreseen. It is rare to see alive electrifying moments follow each other like a tiny equation..which also reminds me..where is David Thewlis' oscar?
Great script. A dark and bleak character on isolation in London. Underlying comment on divide between the North/South and the working/middle class. The working class characters are to be pitied; the middle class characters vilified. Reminds me of Bergman, but more grim, visceral and modern.