Two thirds of the way, maybe more, into this movie the voice of Beth Gibbons cuts through the mush.
Beth Gibbons is gifted with the voice of an angel.
Her new song, with Portishead, that colossus from Bristol, is a cover of Abba’s SOS and it’s the first time we’ve heard her in many a year.
Eight, to be precise.
So when SOS is delivered, a la Human League’s Travelogue/Reproduction era, with those early doors synthesisers sparkling through the cinema speakers, it’s like God sent us a little gift.
It’s miraculous. Beautiful.
The song stripped to its bones and crafted back to life outrageously.
The trouble is, it’s set in the midst of an utterly parlous movie. A film so bereft of greatness that it is pearls within swine.
I love you Beth Gibbons.
But sorry Ben Wheatley – you fucked up. Big style.
This movie is otherwise shite.
But the poster (the unofficial one) is great.
I suppose it’s not surprising because Jeremy Irons is in it.