London's contemporary art world, everyone has a hustle.
Art Spindle runs a high-end gallery and he hopes to flip a painting for millions. One of his assistants, Beth, is sleeping with Art's most acquisitive client, Bob Macclestone.
Beth wants Bob to set her up in her own gallery, so she helps him go behind Art's back for the painting.
Bob's wife, Jean, sets her eye on a young conceptual artist, Jo, who lusts after Art's newest assistant, Paige.
Meanwhile, self-absorbed lesbian Filmmaker is chewing her way through friends and lovers looking to make it. If she dumps her agent, Beth may give her a show.....
The cast are great, and the film looks amazing, even though it took me ten minutes to realise the film wasn't set in the seventies, but all in all, it's just too busy, and it gets lost up its own backside.
The director must think that when you get such a beautiful cast, things like plot, narrative, and character study do not really matter, just throw in a couple of nude scenes and the public will be interested.
It seems that this must of been a pet project for him, and I guess he's some kind of 'luvvie' in theatre, but the man cannot direct.
It's full of people moaning about money and being good looking and wanting more and more, and then losing it all and shouting, and taking drugs and alcohol.
If I want that, I can just go into the city on a Saturday night.
Awful and pretentious, but Winstone is fantastic.
Art Spindle runs a high-end gallery and he hopes to flip a painting for millions. One of his assistants, Beth, is sleeping with Art's most acquisitive client, Bob Macclestone.
Beth wants Bob to set her up in her own gallery, so she helps him go behind Art's back for the painting.
Bob's wife, Jean, sets her eye on a young conceptual artist, Jo, who lusts after Art's newest assistant, Paige.
Meanwhile, self-absorbed lesbian Filmmaker is chewing her way through friends and lovers looking to make it. If she dumps her agent, Beth may give her a show.....
The cast are great, and the film looks amazing, even though it took me ten minutes to realise the film wasn't set in the seventies, but all in all, it's just too busy, and it gets lost up its own backside.
The director must think that when you get such a beautiful cast, things like plot, narrative, and character study do not really matter, just throw in a couple of nude scenes and the public will be interested.
It seems that this must of been a pet project for him, and I guess he's some kind of 'luvvie' in theatre, but the man cannot direct.
It's full of people moaning about money and being good looking and wanting more and more, and then losing it all and shouting, and taking drugs and alcohol.
If I want that, I can just go into the city on a Saturday night.
Awful and pretentious, but Winstone is fantastic.