Review of Nil by Mouth (1997) by Eric B — 17 Dec 2011

So, this f*cking movie was written and directed by that shifty c*nt who played Sid Vicious and Dracula awhile back. Most of the f*cking thing just wallows in being as f*cking coarse, brutal and vulgar as it can possibly be, and more than a f*cking hour passes before the f*cking slice-of-life banter even reveals a f*cking story. Turns out the f*cking thing is about domestic violence, specifically a burly, hard-drinking c*nt (Ray Winstone) who beats up his wife and junkie son. The c*nt has one sympathetic scene where we're supposed to feel f*cking sorry for him because his own dad was just as much of a c*nt, but I wasn't having it.

Watching this f*cking movie, I wondered if I was off my head and had already seen the f*cking thing a few years back. Then it hit me -- I was confusing it with f*cking "Once Were Warriors," which has a similar f*cking story of some mouthy c*nt terrorizing his mates. Except that was a better f*cking film. It also detailed some f*cking economic factors, which are oddly missing from "Nil by Mouth." Hard to know what these f*cking c*nts do for money -- I guess they're all on the f*cking dole. Nobody does f*ck-all except the f*cking c*nts serving beer in the pub.

The f*cking accents are hard to understand, and even if you get past that, you're faced with f*cking London dialect and f*cking chaotic, overlapping dialogue. There's a f*cking kitchen-table scene at the end where the c*nts wrap up an important f*cking plot thread, and I couldn't make out most of what was f*cking said. What a f*cking pain.

That c*nt Winstone gives a fantastic f*cking performance, but the whole movie revolves around him and no one else except maybe his f*cking mother-in-law is established as a strong f*cking character. However, there's one sweet f*cking scene where another woman unexpectedly sings a tune that will break your f*cking heart.

The script did have one feature that grew quite tiresome.