RARA-AVIS: Trip to the Smoke

Mark Sullivan (ANONYMEINC@webtv.net)
Wed, 2 Sep 1998 01:54:46 -0400 (EDT) Ed,
The closest things to hardboiled stories I have from London are I was
approached by a female pimp (I passed) and I saw a brief punch-up after
some guy coming out of a movie accidentally bumped into a girl, spilling
her beer. After shouting threateningly about his wasted 4 quid, her
date offered to shake the malefactor's hand to make everything alright.
The bumper, who incidentally was much smaller, reluctantly put out his
hand, at which point the other guy grabbed hold, pulled him near and
clocked the guy with his left. The hittee then took off after the
hitter, caught him once, and was hit again for his troubles. This was
in a packed Leceister Square late Friday night so the cops were on it
pretty quickly and everybody ran off.

No great book stories either, just went in and bought my books, all
in-print UK stuff.

I did, however, see a great movie (the one after which the above
occured). But earlier that evening, I saw the play Popcorn by Ben
Elton. It is his musings about the effect of violent movies on society.
Basically, a Tarantino-like director is taken captive by the Mall
Murderers (clearly based on the couple in Natural Born Killers), who
want the director to go on TV and say he is to blame, he "created"
thesem, just like all of the editorials are saying. Therefore, they
should not, themselves, be held responsible for their killings. The
bulk of the play is them arguing this point, but the debate is not
between someone who really believes movies cause violence and the
director who insists he reflects society, but between him and a person
who simply wants to cynically manipulate the system to get off. The
killers are quick to admit to the director that the movie did not make
them do anything. So instead of exploring an interesting topic, it sets
up a straw man, just to knock him down. And as if this weren't bad
enough, the end is so plastic and calculatingly ironic that it just left
a bad taste in my mouth.

So there was only one thing I could do, go see a violent movie.
Remember in Pulp Fiction when Travolta accidentally blew the head off
the guy in the back seat? Well, if you laughed at that scene, as I did,
have I got a movie for you. Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels is
filled with that type of humor. In the UK, its getting compared to Long
Good Friday a lot, for its depiction of British gangsters. While I
agree it is very British, I don't think that is the movie to compare it
to. That's kind of like saying Pulp Fiction and the Godfather are alike
because they are both about American crime. True, but that's about all
they have in common. Writer/director Guy Ritchie is kind of like a
British Tarantino in that he is interested in the lower classes of
criminals, not the board room version. (For the record, that is about
all they have in common other than a common love of film, although
different films.) In this movie there are four distinct criminal
bunches (some amateur, some career), plus two burglars floating around
the periphery, all of whom are trying to screw at least one other of
these bunches. Add to this a number of incestuous relationships between
the bunches and you get a series of single, double and triple crosses.
It's not like Usual Suspects where you are trying to catch up and figure
out what is going on, just the opposite. Because you are privy to what
is going on in the various camps, you can see confrontations coming that
are totally unexpected for the participants. There is one scene where
several of these groups are all on their way to the same place and you
are cringing, waiting for what will happen when they all converge. Add
to this Ritchie's visual style (an even more stylized version of
Trainspotting's visuals) and you have a great caper film. I saw it twice
while I was there and can't wait for it to hit the States so I can take
some friends.

Mark

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