Synopsis
A group of 1980s wrestlers are forced to don the lycra once last time when their beloved local pub is threatened with closure.
A group of 1980s wrestlers are forced to don the lycra once last time when their beloved local pub is threatened with closure.
Stephen Graham Jason Flemyng Julian Sands Jill Halfpenny Robbie Gee Stephen Tompkinson Sue Johnston Dave Johns Lena Headey Michael Socha Steve Furst Neil Fitzmaurice Carol MacReady Christopher Fairbank Hannah Walters Adam Fogerty Rob Parker Stephen Marcus Lindsey Coulson Scroobius Pip Guz Khan Brian McCardie Peter Martin Ozzie Yue Alan Rothwell Finn Atkins Ragevan Vasan Alice May Feetham Rita May Show All…
Panther, Ходи като пантера, 像豹一样行走
Walk Like a Panther has been in something akin to development hell for some time now. I first heard about it years ago in some newspaper article that announced it was a forthcoming TV sitcom that would feature the acting debut of Les Dawson's daughter Charlotte alongside Stephen Graham. In many ways it's a shame that its fate wasn't a TV series as that's exactly what this felt like.
It felt like watching Benidorm.
And I hate Benidorm.
It's really hard to see just how so much talent can be so pitifully served by one movie. The screenplay really is abysmal and you have to feel sorry for Jason Flemyng, who has just two scenes and the first of which…
It just like made no sense, wasn’t that funny and the acting was mostly crap.
Shame.
Like nothing the Panthers do saved their pub, it was saved cause Sarah Connor likes wrestling. Like why did she like it? When did she even see them wrestler like what da fudge? She just shows up at the end and is like “keep your pub cause I love wrestling me like” essentially.
I’m getting more confused thinking about it. Like the security dude? His wife or something and his daughter show up at the wrestling show, and like that’s meant to mean something I think, cause reasons? He lives in a caravan away from them like what? Is their deal?
And there’s these…
42/100
The whole film is based on the falsehood that British wrestling was all but dead in 2018. However 2018 was probably the peak of British wrestling outside the 1980's. Progress ran a show at Wembley, that featured Walter, Tyler Bate, Pete Dunne, Ilja Dragunov, Timothy Thatcher, Matt Riddle, Toni Storm and a whole load of others that have gone on to have success in WWE.
Sure the film is trying to basically do the Full Monty with wrestling but it forgets to make any of the characters likeable, make anything matter and the big name actors they did get are in wasted roles mostly.
there are prequisites to enjoying this film, you must
* be born before 1979
* hail from Yorkshire
* accept Big Daddy as a cultural icon
ignore these rules at your own peril
so it’s like sometimes you wake up and you’re like ‘hm i have some time on my hands maybe i should find a new hobby’ so you google a list of hobbies because let’s be honest, you have no real imagination, and you come across a thing called Duct Tape Art and at first you’re like oh cool i can impress people with all these wicked sculptures i’ve made out of duct tape. you invest in a shit ton of tape and you start off small making a worm, then a baseball and then next thing you know you’re trying to sculpt a 3D model of the Mona Lisa with various shades of tape and halfway through you realise you’re…
The premise of this all seemed a bit forced for it to have the charm it hopes to have.
This is a bit of a shame because I could not believe my eyes on how much british talent was on offer here. Just didn't go anywhere for me, it's a shame really because most of this cast deserved better.
What a mess and what a shame. British Wrestling is typified by the camp spectacle, with larger-than-life characters. This unfunny, tonal mess is inept on every feasible level. I just don’t understand how this came to be.
It does however give you Julian Sands, of Warlock fame in little gold pants though.
So, this would be the other panther-related movie at the UK box office just lately, and it just really serves to show there's only room for one.
I'm not sure if it was intended to be a sort of spiritual successor to The Full Monty, but that's what this put me in mind of. Maybe that's just me, but I couldn't get over this and so maybe had a bit of a (mis)preconception of this film from the start. I'm afraid this doesn't have even one iota of the wit, charm or pathos that Monty had. The character dynamics are all over the place, for a start; the two main characters (the once Daniel Blake Dave Johns and the tragically…