Brighton Rock (2010)
Chosen by me because I like to go to the cinema a lot.
I think Graham Greene is one of the greatest writers of all time (fuck Shakespeare who should be taught in Theatre Studies not English anyway) and yet I have never read Brighton Rock or indeed seen the version with Richard Attenborough. Something I must attempt to amend.
This film, rather pointlessly updated to the 60s, is perfectly decent but uninspiring for the most part. Pinkie may be one of the great bastards of all time (the message he records for Rose seems somewhat nastier than the bashing in of someone's head with a rock and the most unbearable scene in the movie where she is about to listen to it) but the film fails to really get into him and why he does what he does. Though at least you can see some motivation (his father figure is killed, power corrupts) Rose is a non-entity. Pinkie too scary to work as someone she would fall head over heels in love with without more reason (there is the slightest suggestion she may be continuing a pattern of abusive relationships with the briefest mention of her father's moods) let alone listen to when told to kill herself. Sam Riley, or perhaps Pinkie as written, lacks the charisma to make this whole thread work and the climax by a lighthouse daft and confused.
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