There's a dull excursion to Ibiza where a suicide and much drug-taking ensue, and a climactic sequence shot on location at the V festival in Suffolk.
Last month, I reckoned Horrid Henry was a shoo-in for worst film of the year. Compared to Powder, however, it looks like The Battleship Potemkin.
| Original Score: 1/5
One is struck virtually dumb by a screenplay that looks as if written on the back of an envelope.
It's cliched and leaden, and moves with all the speed and manoeuvrability of a submarine in treacle.
Great movies about bands certainly do exist. Powder isn't one of them, though.
Aside from the fact that each cast member employs a different style of acting, this is drably shot (Ibiza looks like Clacton), slackly edited and detached from any recognisable reality.
Some solid scenes but it's never quite sure if it's 24 Hour Party People or Control, and doesn't get close to either.
| Original Score: 2/5
This indie drama puts its best foot forward, only to strut face-first through every cliché in the genre.