The film makers had ambitions for F, a low budget British horror film set in a modern comprehensive school. They wanted it to have the menace of a John Carpenter film and they wanted their antagonists, a group of faceless 'hoodies', to have the eerie, unstoppable supernatural quality of Michael Myers. But in most areas of script and execution , F fails miserably.
On the positive side the film looks suitably moody, the hoodies move through the school in a suitably unnerving way, has a great, high concept, siege drama premise and is cast well with David Schofield, Emma Cleasby and Juliet Aubery (with Roxanne McKee on hand as eye candy knife fodder). But the script is under-written (Schofield's teacher is central to the plot and often seems like a bystander in his own movie), very poorly paced (it's 75 minutes feels like 3 hours) and the set pieces are often unimaginative, especially if you've seen plenty of stalk and slash thrillers. The ending too is unsatisfactory, while clearly showing Schofield's commitment to his daughter (whom he mentally and physically abused at the film's beginning), it shows some ambiguity as to his state of mind towards his ex-wife.
overall a fail. Could do better.
1 comment:
'F' was 'F'ing crap. I could see what they were trying to do. But in the end it did nothing remotely intersting and just seemed to be stupid and mean spirited for the sake of it.
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