Submarine

Thursday October 28th 2010


If this year’s London Film Festival has taught me anything, it’s that I need to stop getting excited about stuff. Time and time again I’ve been let down by hype, expectation and, of course, Twitter. And I’m sick of it.

It’s Kind of a Funny Story, Black Swan, Howl, The American, Never Let Me Go – none of them worthy of the ‘Must-See’ status I blindly afforded them. And all of which got me very worried about the fate of my No. 1 film. My must-see. Submarine, the first proper feature film from music video maestro Richard Ayoade, could surely go the same way?

OR NOT.

Submarine is an almost perfect coming-of-age story, with a bang on cast and an assured sense of self that never detracts from its narrative.

While it owes a debt to Wes Anderson and the like, Ayoade’s film is entirely his own, from the elegant opening titles to the pitch-perfect closing scene. The kooky voiceover and indier-than-thou affectations could easily make it into some kind of British (500) Days of Summer, but instead the film carries a deeply ingrained sincerity that motivates each and every twist and turn. Even the inclusion of a soundtrack by celebrity friend Alex Turner seems driven by creative integrity rather than look-how-cool-I-am posturing.

Stylish, touching and dangerously inventive, Submarine is not only the best film I’ve seen at the festival, but one of the best I’ve seen all year.

0.94 – Nuff said.