WE ARE THE FREAKS
Cert 15
72 mins
BBFC advice: Contains very strong language, strong sex references, gory image and drug use
Next up on my beside-a-Portuguese pool collection was We Are The Freaks which I had to download from itunes after my DVD went missing in the post.
Yes, once again a PR company has sent me copies of films and they have not arrived.
Last time I created a song and dance when a ripped envelope was delivered to my office. This time nothing turned up.
I have now reached the point where I simply shrug my shoulders and explore alternative avenues, in this case an itunes download.
So, I found an umbrella, some shade, stuck on my headphones and immersed myself in Justin Edgar's low budget comedy, set in 1990s Birmingham (well, Sutton Coldfield to be precise).
And I did have the embarrassment of twice laughing out loud, causing some strange looks from the continental sunseekers as well as the gradually roasting Mrs W.
Edgar's film surrounds one night in the lives of three fun-loving lads who seek little more than a party and a bit of hanky-panky with the opposite sex.
The tale is narrated by Jamie Blackley who plays Jack, a bored bank clerk who aspires to be a creative writer and is besotted with a posh musician (Amber Anderson) who has been accepted into Cambridge University.
The ambition of his pal Parsons (Mike Bailey) is simply to leave home where he is being suffocated by his parents and his sensible girlfriend (Rosamund Hanson).
By the way, have I ever mentioned that Hanson was in the same class at school with my son? Well, she was.
I digress. The third of the trio is an off-the-rails punk (Sean Teale) who has been given a great wad of cash to soften the blow of his rich parents being divorced.
Anyway, after much debate and joint mockery, they decide to gate-crash a middle-class house party and needless to say they get into bother.
We Are The Freaks is no Oscar-winner but all three of the lads have individual charm and Edgar elicits a couple of strong laughs and a few chuckles.
It also reminded me of my days in Brum/Sutton Coldfield so that added to the feelgood factor.
Laughs: two
Jumps: none
Vomit: yes
Nudity: none
Overall rating: 6/10
Cert 15
72 mins
BBFC advice: Contains very strong language, strong sex references, gory image and drug use
Next up on my beside-a-Portuguese pool collection was We Are The Freaks which I had to download from itunes after my DVD went missing in the post.
Yes, once again a PR company has sent me copies of films and they have not arrived.
Last time I created a song and dance when a ripped envelope was delivered to my office. This time nothing turned up.
I have now reached the point where I simply shrug my shoulders and explore alternative avenues, in this case an itunes download.
So, I found an umbrella, some shade, stuck on my headphones and immersed myself in Justin Edgar's low budget comedy, set in 1990s Birmingham (well, Sutton Coldfield to be precise).
And I did have the embarrassment of twice laughing out loud, causing some strange looks from the continental sunseekers as well as the gradually roasting Mrs W.
Edgar's film surrounds one night in the lives of three fun-loving lads who seek little more than a party and a bit of hanky-panky with the opposite sex.
The tale is narrated by Jamie Blackley who plays Jack, a bored bank clerk who aspires to be a creative writer and is besotted with a posh musician (Amber Anderson) who has been accepted into Cambridge University.
The ambition of his pal Parsons (Mike Bailey) is simply to leave home where he is being suffocated by his parents and his sensible girlfriend (Rosamund Hanson).
By the way, have I ever mentioned that Hanson was in the same class at school with my son? Well, she was.
I digress. The third of the trio is an off-the-rails punk (Sean Teale) who has been given a great wad of cash to soften the blow of his rich parents being divorced.
Anyway, after much debate and joint mockery, they decide to gate-crash a middle-class house party and needless to say they get into bother.
We Are The Freaks is no Oscar-winner but all three of the lads have individual charm and Edgar elicits a couple of strong laughs and a few chuckles.
It also reminded me of my days in Brum/Sutton Coldfield so that added to the feelgood factor.
Laughs: two
Jumps: none
Vomit: yes
Nudity: none
Overall rating: 6/10