This is what happens when your car breaks down on a Sunday morning and you have nothing else to do…
Johnny flees Manchester for London, to avoid a beating from the family of a girl he has raped. There he finds an old girlfriend, and spends some time homeless, spending much of his time ranting at strangers, and meeting characters in plights very much like his own.
How to review your favourite film, or even worse, how to review your favourite film when that film is Mike Leigh's Naked?
Naked starts of rough and only gets bleeker. But that's only a small part of what makes this a masterpiece.
First and foremost Naked is abouth David Thewlis' character Johnny, unenmployed both by choice and by circumstance, who personifies the ugly side most commonly shoved under the carpet in favour of the success stories. Yes, we're talking post-Thatcher Britain, but as far as I can tell there's many similairities to present time, and the world Leigh shows us is not limited to a certain era. But it might be limited to big cities.
Johnny is a man who…
Naked couldn't be more apt a title. Each character is stripped down to their core, sheerly acting out of impulse, and unable to hide behind any realm of theatrics. Urges come to their externally once simply well-posed selves and consume them, but not out of a blatant choice, more so just a dwindling down respect for conformity. Beings mope around the streets East London, unafraid to vent because Thatcher's era has ended and the aftermath is an individually segregated bustle. There Mike Leigh sets Johnny to his bleak Salinger-esque odyssey into the peeled-back essence of brokenness.
The nakedness isn't limited to strictly the people. Leigh seems to take everything down to an encapsulation to bareness; the walls inside the seedy…
It's difficult to figure out where to begin with Naked as there's so much to be unpacked within each of its chapters. To strip it down to the basics, the film is about an everyday philosopher named Johnny who both questions and embodies life's endless hardships. A whiskered and skinny David Thewlis plays this deep-thinker whose bad life choices are etched onto his scruffy, unwashed face. He's a thoroughly beaten down individual and a vagrant but his lack of definitive back-story makes him all the more enigmatic.
Mike Leigh's films have a kind of anti-realism to them. They're so ripped around the edges and grimy that they transcend the worst lifestyle you can possibly comprehend. This sounds like the most…
Years ago, the first time I saw this, I watched it dozens and dozens of times in a row because I loved it so much. It took me awhile to get over my little Naked addiction. I take that back, not an addiction, but It's an obsession I'll admit.
I think that obsession has returned but can you blame me?
Ok you can blame me, but whether it's the first time or the the 100th time (it's probably the 666th time I've seen this, just a guess) I've always loved this film. I love the philosophy within the rich dialogue. I love how no matter how many times I see this, I still get lost in the dialogue. Always manages…
Naked is the perfect specimen of a film where the sum equals the parts. That may sound easy to do, but I've never seen a film do it better than this one does. When I say that, I don't mean that it's exactly as good as the camera work, the script, the acting, directing and so forth lead to. I mean that every aspect of this film perfectly reflects the character and the world he sees.
The camera work is fairly straightforward and stays pretty much out of the way. It's involved enough to create the sense of motion in the dialogue or pacing of the mind of the character but without ever being distracting. Thewlis, for his part, plays…
Mike Leigh peels back the glossy veneer of London, magnifying the rips in the wallpaper, the cracks in the wall, the chipped hole patterns dotted across the concrete. Modern life in a Tory led Britain is shown as a society stripped naked of its value, where its underbelly scrapes a living from the floor and the head sneers down at its working body through its amoral snout.
The only conscience we are given is through a broken tap, pouring out a rapid stream of thought from the mouth of a sewer rat, a wandering Mancunian motormouth prophet. His disruptive intelligence is as misapplied as it is misunderstood, an idealist unwilling to compromise with the degeneration of the world around him.…
I don't know if I've identified with any character in recent times more than I identify with Sandra, the nurse who spends roughly five-sixths of the movie off-screen in Zimbabwe somewhere before returning home to a house in absolute tatters and welcomed by a couple of unwanted, miscreant house guests. It's by no means the crux of the film, but it's the one part I cling to the most because of recent developments in my own personal life I find it's instantly relatable for me. All Sandra wants to do is to cope with this slight disturbance with a bath, which she has all the means to do. And she'll have her bath and continue on coping in her own…
I haven't seen a film this good in a long time.
Everyone in this movie is fookin' mental
I'll try to rewatch it soon so I can (try to) give it a proper rating, but all I can say is that Thewlis' performance in this is a strong contender for my favourite movie performance of all time.
It's dark. The darkest work Mike ever created.
Some of the best acting I've ever seen, my introduction to Mike Leigh movies could not start on a higher note
Like staring into the blackest existential abyss. David Thewlis's performance is one of the most complex and remarkable in cinema.
I literally am speechless.
Can't possibly think of a more fucked up feature.
Movies that are slightly off.