Cutting at least 30 minutes of bad jokes and cameos would make this a good film. It follows the ever expanding trend that dictates nothing can be left to be funny; every situation or gag is trampled over and dragged out with a verbal recap and three 'wacky, omg so much fun on set, [co-star's] a genius, lols' improv lines. Apatow's haggard formula limps on.
The description states that No Manifesto tells the whole story of the Manic Street Preachers. It does not.
The film was shot around 2004/5, after which the footage was canned and festered for a decade. What has come out is a poorly made inadvertent document of the band's wilderness years. Viewed in contrast against the recent forward-thinking, relevant, focused and successful Futurology album, as well as the sold-out The Holy Bible tours (on which The Manics gave the best performance…
As an action film or the movie that makes Tony Montana a hip hop hero and student poster boy, Scarface is dreadful.
However, as a black comedy, Pacino's hilarious portrayal of a deluded dimwit is brilliant - part Kenny Powers, part the best character Rob Brydon never invented - and the supporting roles are just as good, showing how far pigheadedness can get hard-working nobodies. That this man is a hero to so many compounds the humour and it's amazing…