Well, Lawwds of Lahndaan... It's been on my "What's this one all about?" scroll-past list for a while (other, better fodder seems to have always presented itself). As nothing else caught my eye tonight I decided to feed my shameful desire and watch a bit of "Fawh Sevin Free Sevin Carlin!" Ray Winston malarkey. Yeah! 'Ave it!
Oh foolish me!
From hereon in, instead of typing out Lords of London I'll refer to it as LoL. To me that's acronym's fitting.
So, LoL. I think it's other name is Lords of London (Lost in Italy) but this additional part of the film's title seems to have become... lost. Hopefully without giving away the big surprise of the film I think "Lost".... in Italy would have worked better because in a right cackhanded way that's what this film's trying to be - with ragou! You'll probably cotton on to what this mish-mash of a title is all about by the - thankfully early - scene in which he encounters a living, breathing person for the first time. To be clear I'm not saying that to sound like a right Clever Dick, it's just it's as plain as the nose on your face what's happened, what's happening and what's going to happen. Now this isn't necessarily a bad thing with a movie - that "knowing what's going" - however with this film I found myself not caring after about 30 minutes in.
You have the ubiquitous Ray Winston roaring "Faaahki*g Caaa**!" etc. and the odd scenes of uber-violence (some with Big Ray in 'em!) by way of flashbacks slung in usually when the main character (played not by Big Ray but by Glen Murphy) has a bit of a fuzzy moment as he's lurching around a small, Italian town seemingly oblivious to what's going on even though I was pretty damn convinced that if I was him I'd have worked it out ages ago, stopped running about the place and sat myself down for a meal and a bottle of wine at the local taverna. Other than that it's pretty much Lost in Lombardy and you're wishing you'd gone to bed instead.
The acting is, on the whole, pretty strained and unconvincing (the scene featuring the dance at the village hall or whatever it is - god help me! If ever I've prayed hard for a Godfather style invasion of gunmen it was at that point). Ray Winston's Ray Winston (however briefly) - he snarls about for a bit doing the Winston thing. Glen Murphy (Who's 'e?) looks confused and in need of a sit down. The rest of the cast were there - one point for merit.
I got two things from this film: a desire for it to be over soon was the main thing but the camera work in the Italian town was a saving grace making it look like a nice place to spend a "Love's First Bloom Rekindled" short-break with my wife. We like Italian food and rustic European towns. Other than that an entirely dull and forgettable film that left me compelled to write my first ever review in the hope I can reach out and save at least one person from repeating my folly.
In my best Cockney accent: do y'self a fayvah, sunshine an' givv this wahhn a miss - it's a load of old Tom Tit!
Oh foolish me!
From hereon in, instead of typing out Lords of London I'll refer to it as LoL. To me that's acronym's fitting.
So, LoL. I think it's other name is Lords of London (Lost in Italy) but this additional part of the film's title seems to have become... lost. Hopefully without giving away the big surprise of the film I think "Lost".... in Italy would have worked better because in a right cackhanded way that's what this film's trying to be - with ragou! You'll probably cotton on to what this mish-mash of a title is all about by the - thankfully early - scene in which he encounters a living, breathing person for the first time. To be clear I'm not saying that to sound like a right Clever Dick, it's just it's as plain as the nose on your face what's happened, what's happening and what's going to happen. Now this isn't necessarily a bad thing with a movie - that "knowing what's going" - however with this film I found myself not caring after about 30 minutes in.
You have the ubiquitous Ray Winston roaring "Faaahki*g Caaa**!" etc. and the odd scenes of uber-violence (some with Big Ray in 'em!) by way of flashbacks slung in usually when the main character (played not by Big Ray but by Glen Murphy) has a bit of a fuzzy moment as he's lurching around a small, Italian town seemingly oblivious to what's going on even though I was pretty damn convinced that if I was him I'd have worked it out ages ago, stopped running about the place and sat myself down for a meal and a bottle of wine at the local taverna. Other than that it's pretty much Lost in Lombardy and you're wishing you'd gone to bed instead.
The acting is, on the whole, pretty strained and unconvincing (the scene featuring the dance at the village hall or whatever it is - god help me! If ever I've prayed hard for a Godfather style invasion of gunmen it was at that point). Ray Winston's Ray Winston (however briefly) - he snarls about for a bit doing the Winston thing. Glen Murphy (Who's 'e?) looks confused and in need of a sit down. The rest of the cast were there - one point for merit.
I got two things from this film: a desire for it to be over soon was the main thing but the camera work in the Italian town was a saving grace making it look like a nice place to spend a "Love's First Bloom Rekindled" short-break with my wife. We like Italian food and rustic European towns. Other than that an entirely dull and forgettable film that left me compelled to write my first ever review in the hope I can reach out and save at least one person from repeating my folly.
In my best Cockney accent: do y'self a fayvah, sunshine an' givv this wahhn a miss - it's a load of old Tom Tit!