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.…
[rape, hunger, addiction, mortality, desperation, family, relationships, masculinity, memory]
A mortal coil, down-the-toilet-and-into-the-tubes sort of character study that leaves me trying to piece it all together.
Not sure what Mike Leigh is trying to say here. Something about masculinity, perhaps, or hunger, or desire. Something human, but not fully. Entitlement, victimization.
Leigh's viscerally physical style, dense dialogue, urban labyrinths, and moral ambiguity bring to mind Peter Greenaway's The Cook, the Thief... and Nightwatching, and Kenneth Lonergan's Margaret.
Johnny è forse il Diavolo, O Meglio è il diavolo che c'è dentro ogni essere umano, un Uomo che rovina le vite di chi lo accetta dentro la propria casa, con le sue parole, le sue domande ma anche con la sua sola presenza riesce a mettere a nudo le persone, a spogliarle di ogni difesa e autostima, e le piu colpite sono le Donne, Usate, violentate, dominate da maschi bastardi e viscidi. Un film Complesso, Che non segue una narrativa classica e che cerca di confondere ed inquietare lo spettatore, sotto una tinta Grigio/Beige ed un ipnotica Arpa vediamo un mondo ipereale e surreale allo stesso tempo, si scava dentro l'umanità, nelle relazioni tossiche e nei dubbi esistenziali e quello che ne escefuori sono vermi e marciume, una visione pessimista lontana da ogni speranza.
I think the essence of this film is, I believe, a huge philosophical discussion about life and human beings. But, the movie present itself as a "Y2K" movie. Although, the movie is about self-frustration and it vividly shows what really happens if you don't have a purpose or goal in life. That is why I believe movie's name is naked, because he is out in the world discovering and doing stuff that nobody would care. The movies does not say it directly, but in that cafe scene you understand what this movie is all about. You realize you have to look at the big picture and not the small one. Overall, I liked it very much and I would definitely recommend watching it.
Really, I can handle all of the contemptible shit that David Thewlis does in this. I can handle the numerous rape scenes. I can his dickish attitude. I can even handle his crazy apocalyptic conspiracy theories. But what I cannot handle is being forced to look at gross facial hair for extended periods of time, and David, in this movie, you've got the grossest.
But other than that, great film.
Story of an intelligent homeless man.
Thewlis' performance is flawless. The rest of the movie isn't.
David Thewlis is a force of fucking nature here. He is totally naked (never literally) and brutally unvarnished. Mike Leigh's visual hand is steady, observational eye sharp.
Some of the tone and other characters (the extra weirdo Patrick Batemen wannabe, for one) left me scratching my head a bit, though. Need to have this sink in some, swirl around my head, see if it sticks.
But, Thewlis, man, whoa. "Naked" is sort of the Five Easy Pieces for the 90's England, but more raw.
Love everything about this movie.
Movies that are slightly off.
All films I've seen from Great Britain.