Piercing Brightness

This film does have a message: the message being ...... AVOID

I'd seen the reviews on here but was prepared to give it a go and LoveFilm had no problem with that. Whilst its only 80 minutes long - I lasted 15 and boy, they were the longest 15 minutes of my life and I hope they're not THE 15 minutes the famous wig on a stick spoke about. I'm all for ambiguity, jump cuts, static, vertical hold shift, non- narrative, but if it hadn't been for the sticker on the Lovefim DVD case I would have been none the wiser for being none the wiser. I'm sure this wowed the lecturers at film school, and whilst I'm not asking for a car chase or even Danny 'Gor Bless Him' Dyer, I wanted, nay, needed some raft of hope to cling to. But, rather like the bloke in Titanic,I was still clinging, but the cause and all hope had been lost .........

I was wondering why there is not a working subtitle online for this movie before I watch it, but after 15 mins I get it. Because this creation is a pioneer of junk. I could not finish it, and even now seeing its cover picture makes me want to throw out.

Dawood's cutting Edge analysis of post-colonial Northern England and allegory of alienation and dialectic between the settled and the Settlers, those yet to be settled, brings to the fore previously unheard of narratives of migration. positive and negative aspects of mass resettling, and the interplay of dialogue between those groups. this is a worthy film and one anyone living in modern day multi-racial Britain should watch this, end of story, it also has a club ready soundtrack which is always a plus. In an age of electronic Orientalism, images of the backward Asian as coy virgin and as demonic unbottled genie proliferate in the British media and by extension the public imagination. Hence the primary definition of a plurality of Asianness through pathological discourses around Islamic identity and a crude politics of victimology. Notwithstanding the frail premises of such parlance, its ability to reactivate a particular paranoid rationality owes much to the fetishization of technology as ideology where high-tech industry is allied to a contemporary instrumental rationality to generate a pervasive psychopathology. Within these 'modern' technoscapes perhaps we can" rethink prosthetic ideas of mechanically reproduced participatory democracy by taking on board Les Levidow's suggestion that:'If we are to subvert such reification of our collective social labour, then we will need somehow to dereify technology, to appropriate its potential for mediating social relations between people' (Levidow 1994).

There is absolutely no plot in this godforsaken trash. None whatsoever. Nor is there any meaningful dialog. However the wardrobe is just out of this world for sheer creativity; especially the woman with Cheerios and Froot-Loops glued to the side of her face.

The ending is just as senseless as the rest of it. This pile of junk rated at 6.2 and now it's down to 5.8.

It can only be surmised that this garbage is being voted down by people actually having viewed the movie after the cast and crew voted it up.

Avoid this moronic trash, unless severe brain pain is an uncontrollable fetish of yours. Seriously, it's bad.