Sunday 16 September 2012

Oi, shut it you slag. It's the fucking Sweeney.


2012
Director: Nick Love
Writer: Nick Love

Something I should really do more is to go to see films I wouldn’t normally see. Sure it can be a bit hit and miss but I’ve been pleasantly surprised with how good some of them ended up being. Even better is seeing films I know nothing about and therefore going in without the tainting of prior expectations. So it was a Sunday afternoon and I was unbelievably bored at home when my parents announced they were going out to see The Sweeney and were asking if I wanted to tag along. I didn’t know much about it, other than a few majorly negative reviews. Dad wanted to see it due to his being a big fan of the original TV show in the 70s and was hoping this remake would live up to his high regard for it. To be honest I wasn’t bothered, but I bugger all else to do and hey, it’s a free film- why not? It might be fun.

With the amount I know about the original series, going into this was pretty much like knowing nothing. The original show from the mid 1970s starred the great John Thaw and Dennis Waterman as two detectives. That’s all I knew. According to Wikipedia, the title refers to Sweeney Todd, the cockney rhyming slang for Flying Squad, a branch of the police which deals with violent crime and armed robbery. With its themes of police brutality, violent crime and the cutting of corners and bending of laws to ultimately get the job done, this seems to fall within the guise of the Dirty Harry imitators I mentioned a few posts ago. The Sweeney was supposedly remarkable in its time for showing a high degree of realism as well as more brutal and flawed characters and far more onscreen violence than any other cop drama.

This time the main roles are played by Ray Winstone and Ben ‘Plan B’ Drew as Jack Regan and George Carter respectively. Two members of the more renegade Sweeney department, Regan is the oldest and most cynical of the squad while Carter is his protégé- young but still with his own battle scars. Our first glimpse of them is on the way to stopping a raid of a warehouse by an armed gang. The banter in the car on the way there is respective of much of the language and tone of the film- coarse, explicit and quick. This time they’re rating one of the guy’s girlfriend out of ten based on looks; it seems misogynistic but two members of the squad are girls and they get right into the banter too so it’s okay… I guess? The raid setpiece that follows is equally representative of the action in this film- shouty, sweary and with lots of shit getting smashed up. The level of destruction in this is something I’d normally associate with action spoofs or parodys but here it’s quite serious. When they drive in the warehouse they don’t just pull up and get out but instead smash through some crates and then into the getaway car, wrecking both vehicles. The violence is rapid and brutal, with the whole realism-assuring shaky handheld camera and jumpy editing. The action scenes are actually a lot of fun and generally well put together, with a shootout in Trafalgar Square being a highlight as well as some watchable car chases.

Although probably why they stand out so much is because the rest of the film doesn’t offer so much. The plot is unfortunately pretty feeble- the whole investigation is pretty slight with much of their progress coming via informants, helpful coincidence or the odd bit of violent interrogation which isn’t the most satisfying or engaging of stories. Frankly it was hard to care who was actually behind the crime because it just wasn’t interesting enough. I know this wasn’t going to be Agatha Christie-levels of intricate pacing and deviant plot twists but I was hoping for a little more bone for all the meat.

The main characters aren’t the most engrossing of leads either. This is nothing to do with the actors- Drew does a perfectly decent job and Winstone does the cockney tough bastard act he can do in his sleep which makes him definitely the best thing about this film. It’s just there’s not much to the chracters- Mum said how they were far less sympathetic than the original duo. Much of their onscreen time is occupied with cocky self-satisfied macho posturing rather than actual normal behaviour. Of course they do have personal lives- Carter is an up-and-coming cop with a young child and a pregnant girlfriend while Regan is an overweight slightly embittered man who begins an affair with the distant wife of Ivan Lewis, the sleazy bureaucratic cop with a vendetta against Regan and the Sweeney. Sadly, these side plots are pretty much thrown aside during the second half as the needs of the case take over. Scenes between the two leads are surprisingly lightweight although some were entertainingly boisterous. For me this mainly comes down to the brisk dialogue and their bloody need to fucking well swear every shitting other motherfucking word. Yeah, banter can be fun if it’s done well which it sometimes is here. And I couldn’t help smiling every time Winstone, without irony, would call a criminal a slag.

My Dad said afterwards that this wasn’t a bad film but he was disappointed with it. For him it did have the legacy of the TV show to live up to but ultimately I agree. It was a relatively enjoyable if forgettable action film which thankfully delivered on its main promise. I suppose it was better for me than I knew nothing about the show; this was no more than run of the mill generic action. Although in some ways it couldn’t help actually feeling a little bit dated despite its modern day setting. The plotting, the OTT shootouts, the themes of violent police retaliation and the debate over whether these methods are superior to the red tape of following by the book would fit better in the 1970s when problems within the real life Flying Squad were making news, whereas here they don’t gel as well with modern conventions of crime drama- such as the ethics of punishment or the focus on details and technology in the solving process. Plus who actually robs banks nowadays? The criminals break into a supposedly exclusive and private bank with surprising ease which just doesn’t ring true. Again, it’s not a bad film (although there were some badly done matching on actions which irritated me a bit), I guess it’s just not a very good film either. It was made by Nick Love, the man behind other such emancipated male fantasies like The Football Factory (2004) and The Business (2005) which work perfectly well in their own ways; it’s just like this, they don’t appeal to me- beating other guys to a pulp isn’t really my idea of fun.