Last year, Joe embarked on an great journey to direct his first film. All the filmic influences he has had over the years all rolled into a neat little film about an alien attack in a South London block of flats. Genius I shouted. Its about time we got a films set in a real London location. Where real people live, not like stupid Notting Hill. I expected his comedy would shine throughout the film.
I saw it last Thursday and can't tell you how excited I was. The great Cornballs debut feature. I mean, he was also writing the Tintin script for Spielberg, this has got to be good.
After about 20 minutes in I realised a few things:
There was no humour: Not one joke, quip or witty line. The kids cast were great but I didn't see the point of what was happening.
The story seemed aimless, the female character seemed to forgive her vicious attackers within seconds.
And then there was the aliens. Dudes in furry black suits with illuminated teeth. Scary = no.
The film stopped and started with no point, no reprimanding of the bad kids, and all selling weed like no tomorrow. This script played like the kind of story a man writes when he has no experience of real tower blocks in London, the real ghettos.
The film never really reaches its crescendo and instead just flails miserably to its finish.
Joe Cornish is not ready to write and direct films. I think being around other writers and directors on Tintin will help to grow his talent. He obviously has something going for him.
Disappointed but not completely turned off, I am willing to stick around for a bit. But Corndog needs to shape his shit up.
Stephen!*
*Just coming...
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