Deborah Ross

These screen suicides deserve a nudge off the ledge

A Long Way Down is so poorly written, so lacking in insight or sympathy, that you just want the characters to jump

Will she jump? Imogen Poots as Jess, the daughter of a politician [Getty Images/Shutterstock/iStock/Alamy] 
issue 22 March 2014

A Long Way Down is about four would-be suicides who meet for the first time on the top of a tall London building, intending to jump, but instead of jumping they decide to hang around and annoy the hell out of us for the next 90 minutes. Had I known what I know now, and had I also been on top of that tall building, I might well have given them all a hefty nudge.

Based on the Nick Hornby novel, which, in itself, may not be the most successful of Hornby’s novels, it opens on New Year’s Eve on top of that building as our suicidal quartet truck up. Firstly, it is Pierce Brosnan as Martin Sharp, a former breakfast television star whose fling with a 15-year-old — ‘I thought she was 25!’ — led to a spell in prison and the end of his career and marriage. This is why he is sad.

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