@T_Revolutionary thank you!!
About a third of the way through this frustrating 80-minute film, English musician Johnny Flynn, portraying a charismatic drug addict, sings an acoustic version of The Magnetic Fields song "Papa Was a Rodeo" that's so plaintive and moving that it stops the show, so to speak, and also, regrettably, underscores the show's hollowness. Directed by newcomer Alexandra McGuinness, this beautifully photographed (by Gareth Munden) black-and-white film tracks a group of London-based trust-fund twentysomethings as they meet for coffee, go to parties, puke, flirt, and talk, a lot, about how bored they are. When tragedy strikes, the group doesn't know how to deal, so they head to a country manor to dance, drink, and betray each other sexually. Lotus Eaters, which McGuinness co-wrote with Brendan Grant, is maddeningly shallow—maybe that's the point—but McGuinness does have talent. The party scenes feel organic and true, and knowing how to guide a movie audience through a crowded room is no small gift. As the daughter of U2 manager Paul McGuinness, the filmmaker probably knows a thing or two about privileged youth, but, for now at least, she appears more interested in making pretty pictures than revealing gritty truths.
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@T_Revolutionary thank you!!
I saw this film when first out in 2011 and wrote this poem to describe what I thought the film was about.
Lotus Eaters by Natasha Ward-Davis
Youth unknowing, blindly taking all,
Giving, nor forgiving none
Blurting nonsensical words without truth or meaning
Playing to their ego's unconscious pleading
Body language betraying emotional leaking
Devouring mind's, heart's, souls, divine
Without understanding they step over every conceivable
Searching for a place to lay life out,
Endeavouring to make it unatainably sublime
Instead they commit emotional crime
Illicit substances, sex and heady pursuits
Obliterate feelings of inadequacies deep rooted
Inhibitions soothed open, decency looted
Yet guilt then oozes from every pore
Pills popped for the last time, yet their spells never broken
Addication stregthened more and more
Bathing, then drowning in booze, feelings unspoken
Peer group love absent, at a part - y they should leave
Cries of desperation seen through dead eyes
No-one can feel each other's painEach trying to flout competition
Conveniently thinking each other to blame
Friends I suppose, but they do not seem
Bitching and pinching each other's egos supreme
In mindless selfish efforts to be the coolest of the crop
They pretend to be buddies yet defect when defences drop
Life's empty place, of no respite
Johnny sweetly sings to the only love in his sad sorry life
Then died almost valiantly to give Alice life
Yet she suspends all development and shallows even more
Lost in a world of deluded shadows she causes all to
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