|Starring||Charlie Creed-Miles, Will Poulter, Liz White, Sammy Williams, Leo Gregory|
|Release||23 MAR (UK) Certificate 15|
The set-up may feel a little contrived, but this is a film first and foremost of refreshingly three-dimensional characters, all brilliantly portrayed. Bill struggles to accept that he has a duty to look after his kids, who until now have done a good job of looking after themselves, and Creed-Miles does an excellent job in portraying this tamed bad boy. He reigns in his swagger to play a down-and-out loser who is still a genuinely nice bloke. The one time we do get to see his ‘wild’ side unleashed, it's not a shocking transformation or a rage attack, it's just a clumsy, brutal fight of awkward punches and flailing kicks. He’s just better at it than everyone else.
His sons Jimmy and Dean - played by Sammy Davis and Wil Poulter respectively - are equally impressive, making sure that we never have to make the common allowances for poor child acting. Poulter in particular plays the older Dean with conviction, depicting a disgruntled 16-year-old man-child forced to grow up faster than he ever should have, and with a love story to carry all on his own too. Plus, this is all while apparently having The Rock's eyebrows implanted onto his face.
As a debut for Fletcher, it's simply astounding. In keeping all the usual London gangster cliches at bay, he manages to keep the tone personal and intimate, with the odd 'life is beautiful' moment. There is an occasional tendency to romanticise the shit-hole setting of Stratford just by adding some stirring music over shots of urban banality, but most of the time he gets the tone spot on. There is, for example, one long tracking shot of a paper aeroplane being thrown out of a high-level council estate balcony which acts as an exquisite moment of reflection for Bill as he bonds with his youngest for the first time.
And it can't be said enough that the characters presented in this story are all perfectly complex. There are no obvious motives, no stereotyping and no neatly-wrapped conclusions for anybody. For example, Roxy, a local prostitute who winds up staying with Bill and the kids, doesn't hate her job or spend her life in a drug-addled daze to numb the trauma of fucking strangers for a living. Instead, she just sees it as a way to get money and does it with a smile. I'm not condoning this, you understand, it's just a refreshing take on what could be a cookie cutter character.
The whole ethic of the film actually suits that of a western more than a gangster thriller, with Bill trying to lead a simple life but forced to confront a group of bandits first. Either way though, it's an unusually affecting movie, with pitch-perfect comic moments, a lot of heart, and a beautiful final shot that acts as a crowning achievement for Creed-Miles.
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