City Rats Reviews
Pretentious, arthouse crap with loose ends from the start which you think will be tied up by the end. By the end your left with more loose ends than you started with and all the ones you had are fraying. Tamer Hassan parts usually rely on action rather than his acting abilities so sticking him in this along with Danny Dyer was never going to work.
The sleeve describes it as 'pulp fiction style'. Purely on to sell DVD's.
Luckily, however I managed to get my £3's worth (that's what it cost in Tescos) by watching 'the making of City Rats' in the extras part of the DVD. This was hysterical. The horrible, misogynistic and clearly sexually perverted director is on the biggest ego trip of his life and has managed to drag everyone else on this production along with it like some pied piper of doom.
There are some great lines like
'I did some research - I'll miss playing Chris' (James Lance, the bloke with the bit part in Alan Partridge on his thoroughly embarrassing portrayal of an autistic homosexual - Hoffman you are most certainly not).
'I read a lot of shit scripts - but they are made into a success by big Hollywood actors' - Hussan. True... but this script is the most shit one ever and it's only got you in it so that's even worse.
Danny Dyer said some really funny things too (in that sort of I'm trying to be a serious method actor kind of a way) and the guy out of that dull mid 90's asian family on Eastenders definitely got the top w*nker award but I've forgotten what both of them said right now and I can't face watching it again so you'll have to check it out for yourself..
My favourite quote however is from the 1st AD (I think it was) who said... 'This is the part of the DVD you watch when you've watched the film so many times and you think there must be something else on here to watch.' I suggest he reads the first review of this film I ever read which says... 'I would rather f*st my own dead grandmother than watch this film again.'
What started as a thoroughly depressing waste of an hour and a half of my life turned into a hysterically funny evening (albeit helped by a half a bottle of Jack Daniels). Buy this DVD (but try and get it for less than the £3 I paid) and have a laugh at the expense of everyone's inflated and misplaced egotistical ramblings on the 'making of'. It just shows you what happens when a bunch of failed trustafarian film students in Notting Hill actually achieve what they have been threatening to do for the last 10 years once armed with daddy's cheque book.