nonsense...

The only reason that this film deserves the one star, is that the premise is quite good and could have made a decent thriller. 'Blow Out' by dePalma nearly hit the mark, but this film is an exercise in tedium. It is bloated, pretentious, arrogant nonsense and deserves no acclaim whatsoever. So what if the cinematography is good? I mean it wasn't, but even if it did have that going for it, you can dress up sh!t as much as you like, but at the end of the day it will still be just sh!t. The scene where David Hemmings ends up at a Yardbirds gig is so contrived and made me want to punch everyone involved. 'hey kids look how cool we are and look how hip we are to the london scene' - utter tosh. Unless you're a 15 year old art student, who's taken to wearing feather boas and white winkle pickers (you know who you are!) I suggest you avoid this one, like you would your hairy grandmother's wet kisses. If, however, you like to pick up (straight to DVD) DVD's for 50p at your local charity shop's bargain bucket, to laugh and guffaw at some of the worst films ever made, then this one's a winner - it had me in stitches.