Review: BRIGHTON ROCK - Perfect Example of How To Butcher A Classic
rating: 0.5
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In the same month that the Coen Brothers are re-imagining a somewhat uninspired American novel with great success and class, we Brits are managing to butcher another bona fide masterwork from one of our greatest scribes of the 20th century. Though, I guess, an interesting idea to set Greene 30s set Brighton Rock in the 1960s with a backdrop of the rise of the unruly youth culture - it is never fully utilised; a huge shame because of the way it perfectly compliments the core story of orphaned street hood Pinkies ill-fated attempt to seize power in the Brighton underworld. Bright Rock circa 2011 is such a failure on so many levels, which raises questions as to why the Film Council and the BBC would green light a clearly underdeveloped script and place it in the hands of a rookie director, who does nothing here to convince he has the flare or potential to be bestowed such a role. But perhaps the bigger question is why did we need a remake of Brighton Rock in the first place? Are there really no original scripts out there? The piece is flabby; long scenes of expositional dialogue inform us of things we know or could easily assume. The plot lingers and lingers, removing any pace and tempo. While violent, it never dares to stray into the territories that Scorsese and De Palma dared to thirty years ago. And the key element and conflict in the character of Pinkie Religion is not nearly prevalent enough. Worse in fact, rather than removing this element or fully embracing it they take a neither here nor there approach which does nothing but convince us that the filmmakers were not sure what they were doing. Worst of all, the performances are bland. Sam Riley fails to convey the same deftness as he did portraying Ian Curtis in the excellent Control, and more importantly never comes close to capturing the intensity and complexity of Pinkie, who although is unquestionably one of the most difficult characters in all of fiction, was defined so perfectly by Richard Attenborough in the original. A tough act to follow, for anyone; Riley didnt come within a country mile.