Away days


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Finding myself in Glasgow on Friday afternoon with a couple of hours to kill I opted for a trip to the cinema to the see the Kevin Sampson penned movie, Awaydays.

I loved his first novel, Powder, which charts the rise and fall of a rock band and expected more than the utter crap that I saw.

Oh dear reader I warn you away from this badly realised and terribly over-ambitious rubbish.

It follows the story of a teenage rebel who joins the Inter City firm (Tranmere Rovers’ I understand) as he gets an increasing taste for violence in the wake of his mothers’ death.

It mixes schmaltz (the relationship with his sister), psychology (a cod homosexual unfulfilled relationship with his ‘best’ pal), sex (clumsily realised at every turn – he’s a bit of a lad – much to his gay chum’s distress) and extreme gang violence (which is so bad that I had to stifle laughter every time there was a ‘big’ gang fight).

The real trouble with this movie is that it’s a multi million pound idea executed on a few hundred grand.  Consequently everything looks cheap.  The fight scenes in particular, which demand to be the movie’s centrepiece, are utterly embarrasing.  The cast is way too small (but try hard) and camera angles have to be really tight to make it not look like a playground knockabout.

Sadly, the ploy fails.

It’s a shame because the central character’s role is well played.  In fact most opf the acting is pretty good.

On the plus side, the music track is fab (but there’s another excrutiating moment when we see a ‘fake’ Echo and tHe Bunnymen playing in a Liverpool club.)

This is bad.  Sorry.