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Query: Have you ever been in a party, or—any public place
that’s slightly social, and you’re drifting along the crowds trying to
find a place to stand, and suddenly someone stops you. Perhaps it’s a
slight acquaintance or just a stranger who wants to make friends and
they begin talking to you. And about halfway through you realize you’re
no longer trying to be friendly, you’re just trying to humor them.
Because, this person is a fast talking nonsense spewing bull shitter.
They talk and talk and say nothing, and eventually their voice just
drowns out with their mouth moving non-stop to silence, your face is
paved with a smile, and you’re pretending to listen to them but really
you’re thinking “How do I get out of this?” Well, that’s what watching
“London” is like. The best way to describe "London" would be as "Annie
Hall," if conceived by a criminally insane Meth addict.
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After a while, I just zoned out because it’s nothing but
a ninety minute bullshit session where the people you’re
watching say absolutely nothing. And the writer is intent on
showing this because, well, they’re coked up losers saying
nothing. But the formula works too well. And I couldn’t give
two flying shits what they had to say. If they were saying
anything at all, mind you. It’s amazing how most of us can
talk so much and say absolutely nothing.
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The people in “London” all talk like Quentin Tarantino on
a speed high with the fast forward button. And you can’t stop unless you
actually fast forward through this crap. Somehow I simply didn’t because
I wanted to see where this car wreck would go, and… well, the chicks are
great. This is one of many movies in a line of a forming sub-genre about
pretty people with miniscule problems. Hell, these characters annoy the
shit out of each other,
so imagine how grueling this film is on audiences. Characters scream at
the top of their lungs, spout nonsensical quasi-philosophical gibberish
and harp on some of the most inane anecdotes all for the seeming purpose
to fill some sort of dialogue quota for the film. “London” accomplishes
nothing in terms of characterization and compelling situations. It’s a
shrill and awful film filled with terrible performances with a story I
couldn’t muster a shred of empathy or interest for.
When a film fails to make Jason Statham entertaining, that's a true
accomplishment. "London" is a vile, excruciating drama and a story that
fails in mustering a compelling motivation for watching, all the while
expecting us to fall for despicable characters.
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