I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
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Movie Reviews of I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
Movie Review: not worth your time unless you need to see every Clive Owen film
Summary: 2 Stars
A movie about grieving and revenge that starts out a bit odd, has a shocking moment, and then pewters out. It's worth a look for shaggybeard!Clive Owen and then cleaned-up!Clive Owen.Movie Review: I can't remember being so disappointed in a movie
Summary: 1 Stars
I guess I was expecting a remake of "Get Carter" (the 1971 version) Done the way it should have been. I remembered watching Michael Caine rip though everything as a child and thinking he was awesome. So when the 2000 version with Sylvester Stallone came out I was willing to give it a try even *if* Rambo was playing the part. Alas my hopes were dashed and I rushed to see the original again only to realize that it wasn't so good either. Some things from the 70's just don't translate well, and I think that's what happened with "Get Carter". So in my mind I started seeing how a modern version of Carter should be done. When I first saw the trailer for "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" I felt as if my prayers had been answered. When I found out Clive Owen (King Arther), Charlotte Rampling (Spy Game) and Malcolm McDowell (Clockwork Orange) were going to be in it, I began racking up the body count in my head.
So it was a pretty severe let down. First off I expected *much* better directing from Mike Hodges, the pacing of this movie felt like some first time Film Festival entry, instead of from one of the writers of the original "Get Carter". Thinking perhaps I was letting my memory of the original cloud my judgment too much I watched it again. Trying to judge it on its own merits. I tried but the plot is obviously a rip off of Get Carter so its pretty impossible not to compare. And as bad as both version are so far (and they are pretty bad) In the first version you get a *lot* of violence (by 70's standards) In the 2nd you at least get to look at Rachael Leigh Cook make pouty faces. "I'll sleep when I'm Dead" doesn't even have that little hope.
I wish I could say that the acting was stellar but again just didn't live up to its potential . Clive Owens keeps the same sad expression on his face throughout the entire movie without ever explaining *why* he was so sour. Charlotte Rampling looked as if someone used her hard then hung her up wet, which probable could have been explained by her charter only her acting didn't seem to match. Malcolm McDowell's role was so out of place that the best I can figure Hodges realized that he was going to get a few hours of McDowell's time and didn't have time to write a part for him so instead just stole a scene from Caligola. Don't waste your time or money.
Movie Review: You'll sleep while it's on
Summary: 1 Stars
As you might guess, I'm not Clive Owen's biggest fan, having suffered through his woodenly monotonous performances, but I forced myself to see this because Mike Hodges has made some good films in the past (as well as cack like MORONS FROM OUTER SPACE). Sadly, this manages to be even worse than MORONS, a numbingly tedious movie where the semi-comatose leads are at least three hours behind the audience in guessing the plot. The shock revelation was obvious from the start and Hodges never makes you interested in getting there. He's not helped by his cast. They're either overacting like McDowell or Meyers or totally incapable of showing signs of life, like Rampling and Owen. Even before it was invented Rampling has always looked like she's had too much botox, but inexperienced filmgoers might think she'd OD'd here she's so stiff. Her expression doesn't change from its deathmask once. Owen is more hopeless than usual, shuffling through like a zombie from a cheap George Romero ripoff. He still can't act and his vocal performance is still like a bored photocopier salesman demonstrating some clapped out machine with one eye on the clock for the pub's opening.
Contrary to other posters, it's not thoughtful or atmospheric. The plot is obvious, the characters infantile. There's no depth, no ideas, just a dragging running time to fill out. And it is achingly slow in the doing it. From a first-timer this picture would have been laughed out of the office at script stage it's so empty and predictable.
British audiences shunned the film (as they did CROUPIER) but Americans might just mistake his accent for a performance. But for the rest of us, it's another pitiful performance in the dullest British gangster film of the past twenty years. That's quite an achievement, but it's the film's only one.
If you really want to see a good new British revenge movie, check out Dead Man's Shoes instead - that really is the business. This is just a photocopy of a photocopy.
Movie Review: Were they asleep when they made this?
Summary: 1 Stars
One of the most luckluster and spineless entries into the British gangster genre made, ironically enough, by a filmmaker who defined it all several decades ago. See Get Carter, the original version, if you want to see stylish grace executed with poisonous aplomb and bitter vigor. Not a great film, but if you like this kind of stuff, you can't beat Michael Caine.
Clive Owen may be the first actor in cinema history to embark through an entire film project utilizing a single facial expression. Then again, he doesn't have much to go on; here's the basic plot: (if you think I might spoil something, then don't read ahead, although we find out all this stuff in the first 20 minutes or so).
Bad evil former gangster now retired hides in woods doing manual labor. He is evil, but now out of the lifestyle, and you can tell this because he's bearded, doesn't talk much, and has a glassy-eyed expression.
Bad gangster's younger brother is a man-about-town drugrunner, midlevel scumbag, who gets pulled into a warehouse and raped by Malcolm McDowell. Younger brother, dazed, startled, wanders home, and fittingly, commits suicide. Wouldn't you? He's one of the lucky ones.
Then we watch slowly, relentlessly, as Clive returns from hiding, finds out all this stuff that we already know, is given bare patchy explanatory mumbo-jumbo from other characters, and then kills who he needs to kill.
Visually dull, completely un-stylish, and utterly pointless. Everyone involved clearly wasn't sleeping enough, or was sleeping way too much. What else can I say? Jonathan Rhys Meyers, who I usually like, is wasted here, as is McDowell, who looks a bit put out to be involved in this at all. Even Charlotte Rampling turns up, in another absurdly superfluous character.
Sorry guys, really wanted to like this one. Didn't.
Movie Review: You'll Sleep.... because It's 1 Stars
I must admit that I missed parts of this wretched movie because I slept during the middle, but (sadly) it seems that I missed nothing. Indeed, it is one of those movies best left running when you go to the kitchen, bathroom, mall, etc. Unless you are out of Sominex and desperately need a two-hour nap, leave this snooze-fest on the shelf.Here is the entire plot: a cocky drug-dealing punk gets sodomized and, understandably distressed but overreacting a bit, commits suicide. His older brother avenges this by murdering the sodomizer (and, unfortunately, his dog...which was the only scene that affected me in any way). The whole plot in two brief sentences, but this god-awful exercise in cinematic slow-motion (no-motion ?) drags on for what seems like hours.
It could well have been told in 5 minutes, but that would have required an editor who was more conscious and energetic than I (and most of the cast).
Clive Owen (uninspiring at his best) is definitely at his worst here...with a level of energy and animation barely rising above that of the background scenery. From this point on, he will always be a dog-murdering sonambulist in my book.
The dialog reminds me of the droning of cicadas in the summertime, except that cicadas generally have more spirited and meaningful exchanges.
As this glacial bore-a-rama neared completion, I found myself rooting for the sodomizer, Malcom McDowell, who does confer some energy, albeit of the "ham" variety, to his character....God knows, he was the only actor who earned his pay, and there are waaaay too many cocky drug dealing punks in the world.