Why did you threaten to kill me? ... Everyone needs a hobby. Where to start?
Some film has already come across a similar plot, but it did not seem to have such a simple embodiment. It was the fifth minute of the film, the fourteenth, and even in the thirty-third I kept thinking about when it would start, which would arouse even the slightest interest in this story and not make every two minutes to pause, through force to experience everything without rewinding. But nothing happened, because only after forty minutes this dirty joke finally ended and now you can calmly watch what is happening, so sweetly reminiscent of the “Alpha Dog”.
In the house of the protagonist Tristan Price holiday: the guy turned 25 years old. By the will of his friends, he first goes to a strip club, then to another, no less fun place, it should be noted! Next, you can decide that you are watching another, but more pathetic and cheaper adaptation of Dorian Gray, because the further our birthday boy plunges into a cocaine tornado and other joys, the more he doubts about the chosen path. Did he consciously make that choice? Suddenly, strange people from the past begin to hang around, which you would like to forget. And what follows usually happens to all who demand too much of life or do not see it at all: a minefield instead of a garden under a secret window and bullets whistling over the ear instead of birds singing. War for the sake of war, and no matter how you avoid it, you are already a witness to its existence, and then a participant. And the horrors of this new world are so frightening to the little one. Tristan says that he begins to erase it from his memory, or to erase himself from reality, increasingly loaded with substances. But goodness still wins here, albeit only after it has sobered up well.
There’s hardly anyone to pick out of the cast, because the only joy that really gave me a real, pure high, and for which I spent an hour and a half of my life hoping it would last a little longer, was five minutes with Winnie Jones. Three hundred seconds, Carl! The others? I don’t know, every second actress is nothing – I see them and immediately forget them. I remember Chase Crawford from Deal with the Devil, and Jesse Metcalf from Housewives, but not both are as good as I would like. Not bad, but they're more repulsive. Twenty years from now, I may change my mind about them, but the suffering has been portrayed for the whole ten years.
4 out of 10