The title of this small existentialist musical by writer and director Malachi Smythe refers to a bag of cash that two shabby scammers have driven to a sleepy place in England. I also agree with the fact that the misfortune of the day is partly sung.
The criminal duo leader Mike (Johnny Flynn) and Slap Happy Muscle Troy (Will Poulter) are stuck in a cafe in the middle waiting for a dangerous exchange that can be violent. I’m frustrated. The fighting pairs aren’t in harmony with anything, but they share a tendency to express themselves in sneaky and restless songs with ultra-literary lyrics. “I’m thinking of the size to give birth to myself infinitely,” Poulter barks at Gloria (Naomi Ackie), the barbed waitress in the cafeteria. She added a layer of her own song, hoping to be elsewhere in her, and she was stuck in serving coffee to her series of weird customers. She may hear his voice, even though she has resolved her frustration.
Troy and Gloria must sing about their momentary charm, otherwise their fledgling love stories are rarely registered. But shiny ballads, these are not. The song was written by Flynn, who released several albums of rugged cerebral folk when not acting. (His latest, “Lost in a cedar tree” The collaboration with British writer Robert Macfarlane was inspired by the Epic of Gilgamesh. ) The music of the movie has a pleasant and crumpled feel. It’s subtly lip-synched, as if the characters were shy about belting their innermost thoughts. The song may appear to be working on your plane. It’s almost amazing to see Flynn crouching out of the window and his breath clouding the glass.
This movie is fascinated by its own ingenuity. The abused dialogue clashes with other naturalism in the film. But Smith’s point is that ordinary people have the right to work for poetry — and his hairy honesty ultimately wins. With this promising detail as his debut, the filmmaker introduces himself as a voice.
Score
Unrated. Execution time: 1 hour and 40 minutes. At the theater.
