5 minutes: "Concrete" is so obviously code for "cocaine."
10 minutes: This kid actor is a bit much, they really need to get him off and put Ruth Wilson on.
15 minutes: Oh Christ not Andrew Scott.
22 minutes: Wait, he's actually talking about concrete.
27 minutes: These calls are coming pretty fast but I can't really see how they can maintain the tension. In Phonebooth at least a dude was shooting at Colin Farrell.
34 minutes: he's gonna have to crash or something to give this an actual endpoint.
40 minutes: Look at him chugging cough medicine. that's how it'll happen.
45 minutes: "CALL WAITING" HOOOOOOLLLYY SHIIIIIIIITTTTT JUST GOT REAL OHH NOOOOO
53 minutes: Scott's loyalty and ordinariness is really quite sweet.
62 minutes: has he been driving the speed limit this whole time????
65 minutes: there is literally no other substance on earth more appropriate to this man's personality than concrete. He's if like Mr Stevens out of Remains of the Day got to keep all of Sonny Wortzik's promises about taking care of everything.
70 minutes: I think....the dude...just has...a cold...
76 minutes: I'm just so happy about the way this thing with Scott and Hardy ended I want to die.
83 minutes: how is it possible that Tom Hardy listening to his kid's voicemail about a football game is the climax of the movie and it works.
Camerawork too floaty and dependent on reflections, fuzzy lights. Editing too excitable. But a marvel of structure and screenwriting and performance and what the DoP misses in lighting the world he makes up for in his subtle and non-subtle lighting of Hardy's face. The play between minor victories and major roadblocks is impressive and involving. Viewer expectations are managed perfectly. And it is so rare for stories to rely wholly on the tensions of decency and competence; for a plot to hinge on a person's personality and identity and not be a revenge or crusade flick. For that reason alone it's worth a look.
10 minutes: This kid actor is a bit much, they really need to get him off and put Ruth Wilson on.
15 minutes: Oh Christ not Andrew Scott.
22 minutes: Wait, he's actually talking about concrete.
27 minutes: These calls are coming pretty fast but I can't really see how they can maintain the tension. In Phonebooth at least a dude was shooting at Colin Farrell.
34 minutes: he's gonna have to crash or something to give this an actual endpoint.
40 minutes: Look at him chugging cough medicine. that's how it'll happen.
45 minutes: "CALL WAITING" HOOOOOOLLLYY SHIIIIIIIITTTTT JUST GOT REAL OHH NOOOOO
53 minutes: Scott's loyalty and ordinariness is really quite sweet.
62 minutes: has he been driving the speed limit this whole time????
65 minutes: there is literally no other substance on earth more appropriate to this man's personality than concrete. He's if like Mr Stevens out of Remains of the Day got to keep all of Sonny Wortzik's promises about taking care of everything.
70 minutes: I think....the dude...just has...a cold...
76 minutes: I'm just so happy about the way this thing with Scott and Hardy ended I want to die.
83 minutes: how is it possible that Tom Hardy listening to his kid's voicemail about a football game is the climax of the movie and it works.
Camerawork too floaty and dependent on reflections, fuzzy lights. Editing too excitable. But a marvel of structure and screenwriting and performance and what the DoP misses in lighting the world he makes up for in his subtle and non-subtle lighting of Hardy's face. The play between minor victories and major roadblocks is impressive and involving. Viewer expectations are managed perfectly. And it is so rare for stories to rely wholly on the tensions of decency and competence; for a plot to hinge on a person's personality and identity and not be a revenge or crusade flick. For that reason alone it's worth a look.
