It’s quite flattering when you get an email from a film director asking me to review their film. I wouldn’t class myself as a film critic or reviewer. Merely someone who enjoys film. All sorts of films. And I enjoy watching as many as I can.
So when I got an email from Kemal Yildrim asking me to review his indie film Rose, I said yes. Why not?
ROSE is based on truth this is a powerful gritty drama story of our time, set in a fictional place Hellville, an unspoken world that exists near you. Rose is a hopeful woman broken by drugs, prostitution and Blondie, the Czar of Hellville. Rose finds herself and her six-year-old daughter at Hellville’s mercy. Rose must fight for survival from Blondie’s brutal iron grip in pursuit of happiness.
I’ve figured out my ‘why not’. Because I’m a little bit conflicted. Between being all British and nice and being honest. After all, I feel like I’m pretty damn honest on my blog and changing that because of one thing would be wrong. Right?
Okay here it is. I got through about an hour of Rose. With just under half an hour left, I just couldn’t watch any more of it.
It’s not that I was bored. It’s that I just couldn’t watch the film. It’s grim. Dirty. Grimy. Depressing. The characters are mostly awful people. And I couldn’t watch the rest of it. I guess you could argue that they’re ‘real’ people, but to me they felt like over exaggerated versions of what their real life versions are like.
Perhaps I should have stuck it out. It’s very, very rare that I just stop watching a film. But I couldn’t bring myself to keep watching. Rose was far too bleak for me to keep watching.
I’m sure if I was a ‘proper’ film critic or reviewer I could say something more constructive. But, I’m just a person who enjoys their films and knows what sorts of films I enjoy. Sadly, Rose was not one of them.
I do have one positive I can take away from this though. Got to test out my brand spanking new Chromecast for watching this film. And it worked perfectly. Streaming the film from YouTube on my phone to Chromecast, plugged into my amp. (You knew it’d be something like that… Didn’t you?)