Ben Wheatley's gritty British kitchen sink crime drama, shot in just 8 days on a micro-budget of $30,000!
The story is set in Brighton, that shabby old dame by the sea. Famous for her filth, squalor, and vibrant LGBTQI2-SPAA culture, where on any given day the local hipsters can enjoy gluten free organic vegan food with a side order of a clumsy hand job from a weeping, drug addicted 12 year old rent boy sporting two black eyes and menaced by a 55 year old pimp. Good times!
Crime family patriarch Bill has recently returned home from prison, where he schemes with wife Maggie to uncover the backstabbing snitch who grassed on him. His son Karl has aspirations of a new life with pregnant girlfriend Valda, but Bill and Maggie do not approve.
Tensions rise when Garvey—Bill's inept sidekick—innocently suggests to Karl that Valda might have enjoyed sexual exploits beyond their relationship.
Local hit-man Chris Pringle is struggling to fit his professional obligations around the responsibility of caring for his three year old son and his geriatric mother. Uncle Eric assists him with an elegant solution.
Councillor Berman nurses a dark secret that he might soon take to his grave. Maggie suspects Uncle Eric. London gangster Johnny is concerned by unconfirmed reports of poorly concealed murders in the Brighton area. Karl's relationship with his father grows worse. Valda has plans of her own.
This is a stunningly powerful film that shows what can be achieved by solid dialogue and well polished characterisation.
I rate Down Terrace at 26.64 on the Haglee Scale, which works out as a showstopping 8/10 on IMDb.
The story is set in Brighton, that shabby old dame by the sea. Famous for her filth, squalor, and vibrant LGBTQI2-SPAA culture, where on any given day the local hipsters can enjoy gluten free organic vegan food with a side order of a clumsy hand job from a weeping, drug addicted 12 year old rent boy sporting two black eyes and menaced by a 55 year old pimp. Good times!
Crime family patriarch Bill has recently returned home from prison, where he schemes with wife Maggie to uncover the backstabbing snitch who grassed on him. His son Karl has aspirations of a new life with pregnant girlfriend Valda, but Bill and Maggie do not approve.
Tensions rise when Garvey—Bill's inept sidekick—innocently suggests to Karl that Valda might have enjoyed sexual exploits beyond their relationship.
Local hit-man Chris Pringle is struggling to fit his professional obligations around the responsibility of caring for his three year old son and his geriatric mother. Uncle Eric assists him with an elegant solution.
Councillor Berman nurses a dark secret that he might soon take to his grave. Maggie suspects Uncle Eric. London gangster Johnny is concerned by unconfirmed reports of poorly concealed murders in the Brighton area. Karl's relationship with his father grows worse. Valda has plans of her own.
This is a stunningly powerful film that shows what can be achieved by solid dialogue and well polished characterisation.
I rate Down Terrace at 26.64 on the Haglee Scale, which works out as a showstopping 8/10 on IMDb.