It Couldn't Happen Here

This film starts with arty images and Neil Tennant riding a bicycle on the path near the seashore and the title tune playing. The music is very good in the film with many hit songs such as Always on my Mind, Rent and It's a Sin featured. I've been a fan of the Pet Shop Boys since they arrived on the scene in the mid-eighties and like their oddness and style. This film is a surreal trip the Boys take somewhere in Southern England. They seem to have a fascination with Scunthorpe. Most of the actors play multiple characters, including respected Joss Ackland as a priest and an insane murderer who utters about Salvador Dali and tarot cards; former New Avenger and coffee ad-man Gareth Hunt as a practical joker, a morose postcard-seller and a wig-wearing ventriloquist whose philosophical dummy talks on its own; and current Eastender and Carry On veteran Barbara Windsor in two brief roles. There are some striking images on show, such as a man walking down the street on fire, men who look like zebras and cows on railway station platforms. It's sort of a Greenaway-wannabe type film, but with the star music duo's songs added. But it's still an interesting and amiable journey to experience.

This is one of my most favourite films of all time. I know a couple of people who went to see it at the cinema, and they just didn't get it. I got it on video whilst at college. The film has an essential philosophical message clouded in a blend of surrealism and eighties electronic music. The message is simple - what is time ? Check out the ventriloquists dummy for the answer. A keen observation from most people who call the film a flop is that it does not follow a plot - which is annoying to some people (but look at pulp fiction - what plot?) - its a journey through time and their songs. So surreal I love it. I suspect it makes little sense because they have fit the script around each of the song's stories and stitched each one together. Do films really have to make sense ? Too many films today are based on reality and I thought movie watching was about losing yourself in escapism. This world is real & serious enough. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Give it a chance & Let yourself go.

If you're a PSB fan like me, the music is terrific (combination of the Please and Actually albums and some of the songs are remixed).

You get to see scenes that were incorporated into some of the group's videos from the Actually album.

As for the film, it's one of the strangest films I've ever seen (No idea why but it had the mood and dark scenes that reminded me of Clockwork Orange).

You get to hear Chris speaking which is a rarity and Neil does a good job throughout the film.

Might be an interesting project to resurrect this movie with newer PSB hits and updated footage.

Maybe Neil and Chris as pensioners 😃

This surely must be one of the most surreally funny film that I have every seen - who could forget Joss Ackland's priest or Gareth Hunt's over-the-top breakfast order. The must surely have provided some inspiration to the classic League Of Gentlemen comedy team.

What an intriguing little film It Couldn't Happen Here is. Not necessarily a good one, but an intriguing film nonetheless.

In turns dark and pretentious, it was filmed at a time when the Pet Shop Boys were still melancholy, "ironic" performers, and so Tennant's slightly anaemic vocals are made bearable by not being underscored by a full disco production. The title song is one of their best, an esoteric album track that favours orchestra over synthesiser. The songs form backdrops to the majority of the film, while the two pop stars are just about passable as actors. The characters they play seem to have some form of communication, but it is entirely non-verbal, they never exchanging words with each other once throughout the movie. In fact, Chris Lowe (keyboards) doesn't speak at all until almost half an hour in, only having 28 words in total.

Tennant, meanwhile, is quite the opposite, carrying the bulk of the plot in his continual monotone monologues. Some of these are naive, would-be meaningful commentaries, such as the siloquoy that "Ever since I was a child the comic and the hostile seemed to go hand in hand". At other times he quotes from his own songs, an unfortunate act that highlights their limitations. Apparently wearing a wig, his interactions with the other actors (including an irksome Gareth Hunt in multiple roles) are less successful, but still adequate for a `music' film.

Symbolism is evident, linked alongside film referencing. Nods are given to Brief Encounter and North by Northwest, while the use of surrealism (men with zebra faces, burning businessmen, billboard posters of blank walls) go to show the production team had been watching their Peter Greenaway movies. Where the film really succeeds is in its distorted psychological makeup. Arguably, the film doesn't happen on any conventional sense of reality, but entirely in a mindscape. The duo walk nonchalantly through a deserted English seaside town, where motorcycle gangs trade places with SS nuns and sexual intent is prevalent. This is a film that will be infinitely more successful with English audiences, where it's depiction of repressed sexuality and cultural disfunctionality is more telling. Lacing the whole plot thread together (not that there really is a plot, of course) is a look at the more terrifying face of Catholicism.

The film concludes with a performance, as all band films do, though this time it's audience is a group of ballroom dancers, with the ubiquitous existentialist dummy getting the final word. If all this sounds a little bizarre, then it is. Not exactly original, It Couldn't Happen Here still triumphs as being quite unlike any film you've ever seen.