Oooh you're a naughty mess

up reasonably early/ stayed up till 0100 with the alba watching this is england on channel 4/ i'm still fucked up by it this morning/ possibly one of the finest films ever made/ i've never felt such revulsion for a lead character, mainly because he's not a stereotypical bad guy/ though he behaves with an almost complete lack of humanity, he is recognisably human beneath the thick sediment of his psychoses/ i felt truly sick from the moment he appears to the climactic scene, the moment of his decent into hideous violence not unexpected but not when one might have anticipated it/ copolla still rants about the significance of tripe like godfather 2 or apocolypse now and how making apocalypse now was 'my own personal vietnam'/ then comes a small independent film with no self-congratulatory fanfare in the press, unknown actors and it's as good as taxi driver, one flew over the cuckoos nest, deerhunter.../ the actors are all outstanding and a raft of awards are deserving of the lead actor/ it also has that rare ability to give light relief where needed, but without destroying the underlying tension/ if jerry bruckheimer'd been involved there'd've been scenes so grotesque they'd fail to have any impact/ less = more my fellow entities, less is most definitely more...