What a thoroughly nasty depressing experience...
Whom the Gods would destroy, let them first call 'promising'...I saw this film today and was deeply disappointed. After the astonishing debut of London to Brighton I expected Paul Andrew Williams to push the envelope and build on his achievement, but what I got was a flaccid, badly acted TV drama, that even Eastenders outdoes every week...and that's rubbish.
Not content with a slow meaningless build-up, Williams inflicts thirty minutes of the worst racial and social stereotyping, that might have been palatable had it been done with any conviction or ulterior motive. But what developed was a clumsy, unnecessarily brutal story, driven by thin unsympathetic characters, and topped with an ultra violent and shoddy pay-off. Sometimes I think British cinema deserves all the punishment it gets.