Cockney
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This is possibly the worst of the
cockney
gangster genre that has blighted the British film industry since Mockney Guy Ritchie unleashed Lock stock and two badly acted barrels.
Joan Bennett's
cockney
accent is excessive, but her lacquered hair, perfect makeup and classy outfit belies a street-wise
Cockney
slum-girl.
Rounding out the cast is Linda Watkins("The Parent Trap") as the obnoxious Mrs. Kilgore, the obvious comic relief spurting out an obvious fake
"cockney"
accent.
The 'plot' started out as a very uninspiring
cockney
wide-boy/gangster-by-numbers bore and very quickly descended into an utter shambles.
The music mesmerized me, as did Hazel O'Connor's amazing look and charismatic vocal performances, and Phil Daniels' tough but soft
Cockney
manager just stole my heart.
The whole thing takes place in England with working-class
cockney
accents intact.
Bette Davis
' cockney
accent in this film is absolutely appalling.
What everyone was expecting was
cockney
geezers and good one liners "do ya like dags?" etc, but this is far more mature than his previous works.
Vinny Jones??? Well after the performance he put in this, he doesn't deserve to act ever again, the over use of the obviously "Tring too hard
" cockney
accent was an embarrassment to watch, as was the bit where each bank robber says his "I'm hard" sentence.
Far too noisy,far too long,far from subtle.And it had Lance Percival in it.I don't really need to go on but I shall because "Too late the hero" or 'ero as our professional
cockney
might have it, is one of the worst kind of movies.The kind that pretend to be one thing but turn out to be quite another.Here we have a bash - crash no prisoners war movie full of squaddies with gritted teeth firing machine guns at other squaddies with gritted teeth accompanied by belicose music ,dramatic sunlight through the trees and much crunching of the undergrowth.One by one the good guys are killed off until only the professional
cockney
and the smug yank are left and then there's a rousing climax as they race across a huge expanse of open ground the Brits have inexplicably left unmined outside their camp until one of them gets his and the other collapses at the feet of his lantern - jawed C.O. who clenches his teeth manfully.OK.It's a Robert Aldrich war movie,a sort of "Dirty Half Dozen",but hey,now it's 1968 man,it's not cool any more to make war movies,let's pretend we've made an anti - war movie and really clean up.
Ground - breaking stuff it isn't.Lance Percival tries a bewildering range of accents before settling on a vaguely Scottish lilt but cannot compete with full - on nutter Ronald Fraser or frankly weird Ian Bannen in the "Barmy Jock" stakes.Our favourite
cockney
veers between Bob Hoskins and John Gielgud as the whim takes him.Denholm Elliot sweats far too much to make a convincing officer,"We have a place in Wiltshire" he tells Cliff Robertson who absorbs this nugget unblinkingly Robertson himslf changes from a man willing to resign his commission rather than go into combat to a gung - ho battle - hardened leader of men in the space of ten minutes.Whatever he's on they should have given the whole U.S. Army and the war would have been over by 1942.
just when you think the storyline is going to pick up they start showing you flashbacks of scenes earlier in the movie which you've already scene a thousand times !!, Tamzin Outhwaite does OK with the little characterization she is given, apart from spitting out some cheesy
cockney
lines god knows where they picked up from and looking pretty she isn't asked to do much else.
It does have TV performers like Mr J.Fleet doing their overfamiliar schtick,it has the ridiculously over - rated Mr R.Ifans and that
cockney
geezer from "Eastenders" who has his chance and loses it .
The film spends the first third fleshing out everyone but the centerpiece and then doesn't give him any depth as he stumbles through his thick
cockney
mumblings from one costar to the next.
The only reason i give this film (if you can call it that) one star is because of the movie's case lured me into actually buying it and the beginning credits music, if you are stuck with the movie don't watch it you'll have a better time staring at the case and listening to the beginning credits music. in conclusion, this movie isn't an action flick because the action just will give you a headache, this movie isn't a comedy because it's not funny, and it certainly is not a British gangster movie seeing that the creators of the film probably don't even know the definition of
cockney
is, to sum it all up, as a good British Gangstar movie would say "stay away from this Brad Pitt".
The language is brilliant with a real sense of the cocky,
cockney
attitude.
Given that all the other reviews on this film are from people who live outside the UK i thought i would give a review from the UK.In my view this is the phoniest film about the war in 1940 that was ever perpetrated by Hollywood.Virtually everything about it was wrong.The characters always seem to be going to restaurants and travelling in cars as if there was no rationing.They go down to what is clearly supposed to be a restricted area on the coast without ID.They go to a pub where a Hollywood idea of
cockney
is spoken other than the "Mumerset" accent of Nigel Bruce.
I don't know what was more frustrating, a ridiculous plot that made little sense and seemed to go nowhere tortuously slow, the difficult-to-understand
cockney
accents, or the retarded cinematography.
He ends up with a
cockney
slag, a geek and a drunken Irishman and boosts their confidence.
I didn't expect a lot from 'Beowulf', for lots of reasons, most of which were to do with the casting: incorrigibly
cockney
Ray Winstone as a warrior from what's now southern Sweden; wacky John Malkovich as a cynical counselor; loony Crispin Glover as a flesh-rending monster, and weirdest of all, Angelina Jolie as the monster's mother...thaet waes wundorlic castyng, as the poet might have put it.
Johnny Depp plays Inspector Aberline, a
cockney
drug addict with psychic powers and a nice line in meaningful stares.
Each of them will have by his side, not a glib little
cockney
ready to hoist the striped cockade if another 1815 should arrive, but an honest peasant, simple and open like Cathelineau; our gentleman will have trained him, it should be his foster-brother, if possible.
The proceedings might have opened by an impromptu bye-battle between the indignant
cockney
and the gentleman from Bristol, but a prolonged roar of applause broke in upon their altercation.
You are like a cockney, who doesn’t know how to twist a cat-o’-nine-tails, or make a splice.
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