Dedications: My four late friends Rory, Stan, Bryan, Jeff - shine on you crazy diamonds, they would have blogged too. Then theres Garry from Brisbane, Franco in Milan, Mike now in S.F. / my '60s-'80s gang: Ned & Joseph in Ireland; in England: Frank, Des, Guy, Clive, Joe & Joe, Ian, Ivan, Nick, David, Les, Stewart, the 3 Michaels / Catriona, Sally, Monica, Jean, Ella, Anne, Candie / and now: Daryl in N.Y., Jerry, John, Colin, Martin and Donal.
Monday, 17 April 2017
An odd little drama that barely got a look in last year. My movie buff pal Martin hated it with a vengance ....
Nineteen-year-old Jason (Russell Tovey) and Ade (Arinze Kene) have been in the Academy of a famous
London football club since
they were eight years old. It's the night before their first-ever game for the
first team - a Champions League match - and they're in a hotel room in Romania.
They should be sleeping, but they're over-excited. They skip, fight, mock each
other, prepare their kit, watch a teammate's sex tape. And then, out of
nowhere, one of them kisses the other. The impact of this 'pass' reverberates
through the next ten years of their lives - a decade of fame and failure, secrets
and lies, in a sporting world where image is everything.
It began as a play a few years ago, with Russell Tovey who must have had faith in the project as he leads the cast here (and shows off his buff bod), and it does raise important point on the closeted lives some professional sportspeople (not just footballers) must lead, at what cost to themselves, as they marry and create sex-tapes to avoid the rumours, then there are those eager hotel bellboys .... It gets rather tedious as one waits for something to happen, and its not very enjoyable - Tovey's character is totally repellant. Directed by Ben A Williams and script by John Donnelly.