Saturday, April 5, 2014

Unmade Beds

England

Shambling raggedy-assed drama about some nowhere twenty-somethings eking out their nowhere lives in London, with nobody. What in the world was this filmmaker trying to get across here? Get drunk/stoned. live in a squat, make and listen to really shitty music, eat cheerios for breakfast...and what?

This film had some of the worst music I've ever been subjected to. Was it supposed to be clever? Hip? annoying? Ironic?

All tight close-ups, hand-held (of course)...a waste of an hour and a half.

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