Wednesday October 14th 2009
One of the best things about going to a film festival is seeing movies that you know absolutely nothing about. There’s no telling what you’re going to see up on the screen. It could be next year’s sleeper indie hit. It could be a return to form for a long-forgotten director. It could a masterpiece that doesn’t even get a UK release and forces you to tell everybody you meet that they should import it on Region 1 DVD.
Or, like the directorial debut of actor David Morrissey, it could be 89 minutes of digital video that wouldn’t be deemed passable in a GCSE Media Studies classroom.
Don’t Worry About Me is literally awful. It deserves no stars. It’s so bad that throughout the first ten minutes I was sure it was about to cut away to reveal it was only a comically bad movie-within-a-movie, like the beginning of De Palma’s Blow Out.
Fuck it, I’m off to watch Blow Out.