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I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
cast: Clive Owen, Charlotte Rampling, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, and Malcolm McDowell
director: Mike Hodges
103 minutes (15) 2004
widescreen ratio 16:9
Momentum DVD Region 2 rental
[released 23 May]
RATING:
6/10
reviewed by Debbie Moon
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London gangster Will Graham (Clive Owen) turned his back on his life years ago, and
now scrapes a living as a casual labourer touring the country in a camper van. Then
a sudden fear for his younger brother's safety sends him racing back to London - only
to discover that harmless wide boy Davey has taken his own life after a traumatic attack.
Will feels he has no choice but to find the man who drove his brother to suicide - but
that's going to mean embracing violence again, and the underworld are already conspiring
to get rid of him before he upsets the delicate balance of their empires...
Veteran director Hodges' latest film bears a substantial resemblance to his most famous,
Get Carter, both in plot, and in style and tone. Trevor Preston's terse, minimalist
screenplay illustrates a glamorous, ruthless world inhabited by tough men with no way
to show their true feelings, and women condemned to hover on the fringes of a man's
world. And, unsurprisingly from Hodges, it looks fantastic, and conjures a real sense
of danger and menace.
But strangely, it places its most shocking scene very early on, showing us the reason
for Davey's death up front. Will is left chasing information that's practically old
hat to us, diminishing his reaction when he does solve the mystery, and the flimsiness
of the reason for the attack undercuts his confrontation with the perpetrator. Clive
Owen, an actor of extraordinary presence and authority, is tremendous as the simmeringly
controlled Will, but there's no scene to provide the explosive release of rage and grief
that the character is crying out for, leaving him playing at the same emotional level
almost throughout the film. The abrupt, almost unresolved ending is daring, but runs
the risk of leaving the audience confused and unfulfilled.
The supporting cast is excellent, including big names like Malcolm McDowell, Charlotte
Rampling, and an under-used Ken Stott, and there's a particularly affecting performance
from Jamie Foreman as Davey's best mate, a lovable chancer suddenly way out of his depth.
The film is a good crack at a classic British crime thriller, but one that feels like
it's missing something small but very important - a little more human connection, perhaps,
a little more heart. That said; it's a feast of fine acting and some very fine observational
writing (look out for the stoner taxi driver), and well worth searching out.
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