| Emo Squid |
| sanctus, sanctus, sanctus |
| Thu 11th Oct '07 12:40PM |
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| 23rd Feb '07 |
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I'd been avidly following the production of this film from the moment I first heard rumours about it, I had successfully ignored any media critique right up to the film's opening at the Cornerhouse and really, really tried to not let my love of Joy Division's music give me any pre-conceptions or high expectations of the film. That said, I was very excited last night.
'Control' is bleak. The film makes no bones about this. Set in Macclesfield and around Manchester in the 70's, it follows the life of Ian Curtis - a young, gifted and prolific writer who ends up being the singer for Joy Division - and his battle with epilepsy and depression. It was never going to be a jolly affair, however, I was suprised by how often I found myself laughing out loud, mainly at the overwhelming 'manc-ness' of Rob Gretton.
I left the cinema feeling like I had just attended the funeral of a friend and this dysphoria lasted a good couple of hours afterwards, so be warned, it's not exactly the sort of film you'd want to be watching on a first date! 
Whilst disussing the film afterwards, the main points of praise were the standard of acting and the cinematography. Every shot is like a perfectly crafted photograph and looks simply stunning, without relying on epic secenery - there's a real 'kitchen-sink' feel to it. I couldn't help think of British new-wave films like 'the Loneliness of the Long-distance Runner'.
Regardless of your opinions on the the man and his music, I would definitely recommend this film.
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Second opinion by Desert Creature on 16th Oct '07
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9/10
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I whole-heartedly agree with Emo Squid.
Although set in the 70's, I found this film to be almost disconcertingly timeless. The locations, interiors and even the clothes don't seem to give the film a retro look. And, although this film is entirely black and white, it is the stark, clinical sort of black and white, not the grainy 8mm(? I'm no expert) sort. Again, no retro there. It's just grim, post war Britain of the sort that hasn't really changed to this day.
Not knowing much about Ian Curtis I think I was expecting the usual sort of plot for these films: plucky young man wants to be rock star, makes it big, gets the girls, the money and the fame before drink, drugs and ego alienate his band mates, friends and family. Refreshingly, this story could not be more different.
There are no big egos in this film and the picture painted of the general dynamic of the band is one of equality and very real love. This is not a theme of the film, not dwelled upon in any way and there are certainly no big male bonding moments, it's all in the atmosphere created by great direction.
The acting is great, the characters brilliantly real and down to earth. I often find that British working class characters in films can be too caricature and are often not credited with basic emotional intelligence. This is not the case here and that makes the tragic yet understated conclusion to the film so harrowing. I found it impossible to remain aloof or detached and I shed a tear or two in the cinema (I'll blub like a baby when watching films alone but very rarely in public).
I did have one problem. I wouldn't have minded that the lead actor didn't look much like Ian Curtis but unfortunately he was the spit of bloody Pete Doherty. Sounds silly I know but it really did effect the way I thought about the character early on in the film.
Great music of course!
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