45 minutes was as much of this as I could take.
What was he (Ben Wheatley, the writer/director) thinking? What were they (the BBC and whoever else provided the funding) thinking? What were the actors (Bill Paterson! Charles Dance!) thinking when they signed up for this? Didn't they read the script? What was I thinking watching this rubbish? Or writing about this rubbish?
Has this got any redeeming features? Irritating people, inconsequential plot, so (intentionally?) bad that it's supposed to be good?
Let's hope someone Mr Wheatley respects, takes him to one side and tells him that this simply isn't good enough: get some better ideas -- and preferably an experienced co-writer -- and don't come back until you've put together a decent script.
What was he (Ben Wheatley, the writer/director) thinking? What were they (the BBC and whoever else provided the funding) thinking? What were the actors (Bill Paterson! Charles Dance!) thinking when they signed up for this? Didn't they read the script? What was I thinking watching this rubbish? Or writing about this rubbish?
Has this got any redeeming features? Irritating people, inconsequential plot, so (intentionally?) bad that it's supposed to be good?
Let's hope someone Mr Wheatley respects, takes him to one side and tells him that this simply isn't good enough: get some better ideas -- and preferably an experienced co-writer -- and don't come back until you've put together a decent script.