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Harry is a 23-year-old former boy band idol who is watching his younger brother Max, 16, follow in his footsteps. Harry has detoured on his way to a Japanese concert tour to escort Max on a long-promised camping adventure. Their trip begins on a note of camaraderie but quickly turns serious as old wounds resurface, forcing them to come to terms with their dysfunctional past--Harry's drinking problems, his disconnection from the family, and, most of all, his relationship with Max and the emotional dependency that keeps them from moving into adulthood. Written by
Sujit R. Varma
This must be a film one either loves or hates. I should imagine the only people that love it were either (a) in it, (b) related to someone that was in it, or (c) think that the actors were 'cute'.
The only reason I saw it through to the end was because I'd paid £3 to rent it; thank goodness it's only 75 minutes long or I may well have had to slash my wrists to alleviate the sheer, utter ennui.
In principle the storyline could work. The actors, I'm sure, are capable of better, even though I've seen less wooden trees. The camera-work isn't bad. But the scriptwriter(s) should be banned from ever using pen, pencil or word processor ever again.
Save yourself the £3 (and the almost overwhelming desire to eat ground glass and end it all) and rent something else instead - anything else, in fact: chances are it will be better than this.
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This must be a film one either loves or hates. I should imagine the only people that love it were either (a) in it, (b) related to someone that was in it, or (c) think that the actors were 'cute'.
The only reason I saw it through to the end was because I'd paid £3 to rent it; thank goodness it's only 75 minutes long or I may well have had to slash my wrists to alleviate the sheer, utter ennui.
In principle the storyline could work. The actors, I'm sure, are capable of better, even though I've seen less wooden trees. The camera-work isn't bad. But the scriptwriter(s) should be banned from ever using pen, pencil or word processor ever again.
Save yourself the £3 (and the almost overwhelming desire to eat ground glass and end it all) and rent something else instead - anything else, in fact: chances are it will be better than this.