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2013 |
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DRAMA
BIOPIC
COMEDY
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UK |
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C |
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101 |
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A wilfully myopic biopic.
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Reviewed by Chris Tookey
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Director Michael Winterbottom has achieved the impossible; he has made a biopic of Paul Raymond, Britains most colourful porn baron, thats unobservant, unerotic and dull.
The flashback structure resembles Citizen Kane, but little else does. Theres no technical virtuosity here and, worse, no insight. Its neither comedy nor tragedy: a flat, superficial film thats a huge wasted opportunity.
Steve Coogans shallow performance as the Clacton pier mind-reader turned coke-sniffing pornographer is pathetic, but not in the way intended. Its so flippant and lightweight, it borders on blank.
As in The People Vs Larry Flynt, the growth of a pernicious porn business is portrayed as cheeky, harmless entrepreneurialism, a valuable form of libertarianism.
In the film, Raymonds magazine empire consists of just one periodical, Men Only. In reality, his seven porn magazines constituted half the British market. One of these, Escort, ran advertisements for a paedophile who offered schoolgirl photos through a box number and sold hundreds of photographs of children in sexual poses. Articles in Raymonds magazines condoned rape and being a peeping tom.
If youre looking for any clue that pornography might degrade women or menace children, or that Raymonds property empire which made him Britains richest man - was based on buying up buildings vacated by residents repelled by the degeneration of Soho and Shepherds Market that he helped bring about, youll look in vain.
Nor is there any attempt to provide a social context. According to this film, Raymond was a roguish one-off. In reality, he had to fight off numerous competitors, including attempts by the IRA and Maltese gangsters to muscle in on his profits. He also bribed the police on an industrial scale. These interesting, socially significant and potentially dramatic areas are simply ignored.
The one tragic dimension is provided by Imogen Poots, who struggles with an underwritten role as Debbie Raymond, Pauls daughter, who was over-indulged by her father and descended into alcohol and cocaine addiction that killed her at the age of 36. But Winterbottom remains so cool about her that little human sympathy comes through.
Mr Coogan promised before the film came out that it would avoid Daily Mail judgmentalism. It certainly does. And thats partly why its a turkey. Its not just judgmentalism it lacks, its judgment.
Biopics dont come more heartless or dishonest than this.
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