As Attack the Block is being touted as ‘the new Shaun of the Dead’ I expected a light-hearted romp rather than something quite bloody and nasty, although this does, at least, come in at a highly manageable 88 minutes.
As Attack the Block is being touted as ‘the new Shaun of the Dead’ I expected a light-hearted romp rather than something quite bloody and nasty, although this does, at least, come in at a highly manageable 88 minutes. (Next week’s fourth Pirates of the Caribbean film is 140 minutes, can you believe, but don’t worry, I’m already in training for the boredom. I paired socks all morning, will be watching paint dry this afternoon and, just to make sure, I’m setting off tomorrow for a camping trip to Wales.)
In its defence, I should say I don’t think this film was made with a middle-aged housewife such as myself in mind, and imagine it will probably go down much better with teen boys of the kind who wear their jeans halfway down their arses and think it’s a good look, even though it so isn’t. I’ve never seen it promoted in Vogue, for example. Or Grazia. And don’t you always want to get behind and hoik them up? I know I do, but I’ve just tried it on my own teenage son, and only received a barrage of abuse for my trouble. Still, at least I got my own back. ‘We’re going camping to Wales tomorrow, and that’s that!’ I’ve just told him. Never mind alien revenge, it’s the bad-tempered middle-aged housewife you have to look out for, every time.
Now, where were we? Oh, yes. This is the debut film from Joe Cornish, better known for the The Adam and Joe Show.
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