Sightseers: movie review (N/R)
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Tue May 7
Why are British filmmakers so good at killing off actors while making audiences laugh? Something morbid and mirthful courses thicker in the blood overseas: It’s only a matter of time before another A Fish Called Wanda, Shallow Grave or In Bruges reminds us of the darker nature of the buttoned-down, tea-tasting kind. Americans make black comedies too, like Fargo, but you almost expect violence from our character—and how funny can that be? Generally, we get lunkheads like the ones in Pain & Gain; England pursues that finer line between clever and stupid.
Doing his countrymates proud, Brighton-based Ben Wheatley pushes all sorts of inappropriate buttons in Sightseers, a sick gag of a film that’s bound to scar only the irony-challenged. (If that happens to be you, stick with Wheatley’s prior outing, 2011’s Kill List, a top-notch horror film that’s sober as a morgue.) Promisingly, the plot begins in a deeply dysfunctional suburban household, as an aged mum (Mike Leigh regular Eileen Davies) wails with grief, her codependent adult daughter Tina (Alice Lowe) hovering nervously. Wheatley cuts away to framed photos of a beloved dog, Poppy. Things haven’t been the same since an awful accident involving knitting needles (brace yourself for the flashback), and it’s probably time for a little distance.
Tina’s out of there: Her knight in shining caravan, Chris (Steve Oram), a bearded nice guy and affable dork, is stealing her away on a whirl of the snoozy English countryside, where pencil museums and fussy tour guides await. Their romantic bond is so low-key (“Mint me,” Chris commands from behind the wheel as Tina grabs the Mentos) that you laugh at “Tainted Love” on the soundtrack. How much synth-scored trouble can this pair get into?
Plenty. Wheatley, blessed with a keenly banal script penned by his co-leads (elsewhere a stand-up comedy duo), builds the mounting tension as a symptom of their squareness. Chris seethes at a litterbug tourist who blows him off. Revving the motor home in reverse, he unwittingly squashes the offender and, after a mild investigation by understanding police (again, something that would never happen stateside), the duo is on the road again, far more unhinged. Another camping site? Mint me.
Sightseers then becomes a fantasy—the kind that anyone who’s ever raged at the insensitivity of others (who, me?) can chortle along with. Perhaps you’ll pity the smug couple with the slightly fancier getaway gear, or the obnoxious bachelorettes at the table across the restaurant, but don’t feel too bad for them. In the skewed moral universe of “we’re on holiday” animal-instinct liberation, they deserve what’s coming.
Even as Tina and Chris become experts at Windexing gore off side panels, the movie never loses sight of their nerdy neediness, and that’s why Sightseers transcends. Tina adores being her frustrated novelist’s “muse” (a crocheted pair of pink panties is hard to forget) and trouble looms only when Chris’s affections are alienated. Wheatley, underplaying his stylishness, goes for a subtle national satire about geeks gone wild, and that’s the fun here: On as mild-mannered a vacation as two Brits might devise, a killer comes along—and, after a while, is politely welcomed in, the kettle simmering.
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Author: Joshua Rothkopf
Fri May 10, 2013
Cast and crew
Alice Lowe, Steve Oram
Alice Lowe, Steve Oram