Wednesday, February 02, 2005

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead (2004)

Meanwhile, the audience will sleep whenever it damn well feels like. If James Ivory made a gangster film, this is what it would look like -- all oblique dialogue and meaningful silences, with little narrative thrust to keep it moving. If this film moved any slower, it'd create a time warp and absorb everything in its path into the Fifth Dimension. The repulsive streak of homophobia that goes tearing through the film's second half is what pushes it into the realms of the painful; I'd like to think it's intended as a thoughtful commentary on the homosexual panic that seems to permeate every modern British gangster flick, but the handling of the material is so ham-fisted that it can only be taken at face value.

Grade: C-

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