It was a load of trash...obviously made to give cockneys, mockneys and anyone else who doesn't know when they're being laughed at, orgasms. I was born in Granada and still have relatives who live there - and from 1979 until the early nineties, the Costa del Sol was a nice please to go - then along came Brits. (or rather the chippy, moronic and greedy English) who turned it into a circus - and that was before The Business was even discussed by Mr. Love.
The Business (18)
Time Out says
Tue Aug 30 2005You’ve got to admire Nick Love’s chutzpah. Following the south London macho swagger of ‘Goodbye Charlie Bright’ and the south London macho swagger of ‘The Football Factory’, he’s now transferred that same, er, macho swagger to Spain’s Costa Del Crime in the mid-’80s – home of sea, sand and (oh yes) south London gangsters living large on the profits of drug trafficking. Perennial cheeky chappie Danny Dyer is back for a third time too as Frankie, young apprentice to charming Charlie (Tamer Hassan), a criminal lothario on the up-and-up who decides to defy a pliant local mayor’s acceptance of cannabis importing over cocaine smuggling. It’s a classic – hackneyed? – tale of a gangster’s speedy rise followed by his even speedier, coke-fuelled downfall. But ‘Goodfellas’ it ain’t – more like a Day-Glo, budget version of De Palma’s ‘Scarface’. Love papers over a by-numbers plot and cartoon acting with ample voiceover, back-to-back ’80s music and yards of casual clobber (Fila, Sergio Tacchini). Oh, the memories for the over-thirty fives (and under-forties)! A nostalgia trip through and through.
Fri Sep 2, 2005