Review: Bickering characters little more than caricatures in The Party
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Starry cast including Kristin Scott Thomas, Timothy Spall, Patricia Clarkson, Emily Mortimer and Cillian Murphy in Sally Potter's black and white satire of contemporary social mores, which unfolds in real time.
The Party (15)
Back in the 60s, The Party was a freewheeling Blake Edwards comedy with Peter Sellers doing his best Goodness-Gracious-Me Indian, causing chaos at a shindig in a state of the art house in the Hollywood Hills.
Sally Potter's remake has turned it into a black and white tragi-comedy set in what looks to be a surprisingly dingy basement flat in North London in which six ghastly middle class liberal intelligentsia characters (and a banker) bicker.
It's political correctness gone mad, isn't it?
It is the custom in these kind of dos to involve cracks gradually appearing in the facade of polite society. In this film though there is no facade of polite society, just bitter figures spitting abuse and insults at each other from the off, which takes the fun out of it a bit.
- 1 'Squatter' couple become legal owners of land as saga continues
- 2 Broads pub once visited by Chelsea players shuts for good
- 3 Tributes to 'kind and caring' Norwich man with a love of chess and walking
- 4 'Like touching grim reaper's nose': Teenager lucky to be alive after crash
- 5 Bid to build 70-bed care home and 24 affordable houses
- 6 Norfolk's oldest woman dies, aged 110
- 7 Norfolk car dealership and MOT centre named among best in the country
- 8 Body found in woods near Mildenhall
- 9 Fire crews called to house fire in north Norfolk
- 10 Fury at bikers' who rode over dead seal pup
Nobody here is afraid of Virginia Woolf; they wouldn't wait for her to sit down before condemning her as a bourgeois sell out.
The film has enough vim and vigour to entertain but having gathered such a splendid cast, including Kristin Scott Thomas, Timothy Spall, Patricia Clarkson, Emily Mortimer and Cillian Murphy, Potter's script doesn't really give them the material they deserve.
These figures are little more than caricatures – Murphy's banker comes along and goes straight to the loo to do a line of coke. And because there's nothing much to them, then there isn't much to all those supposedly cutting remarks that fly around.
But there is something very telling about getting such a preposterously talented cast to perform in such a modest surrounding, a single location shot in two weeks: it mirrors perhaps the gap between our national reality and our perception.