Memorable, crazy movie

A movie that not only functions as a solid scarefest but a razor-sharp satire.

I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

It’s sentimental, ridiculously long and only occasionally funny

I actually saw this at a special screening in Glasgow, with a talk held after. Three people walked out (that I saw). Lucky people..I never thought it possible for a film to be both boring AND offensive, but there's always the exception.Really laughably bad and inept in every department, and insultingly pretentious to boot. Cod philosophy throughout betrays an outlook of a juvenile English Lit student trying too hard to impress. Oh, and a tip for revisionists. Comparing fascism or any 'ism' to a sexual sadist is pretty pointless. Sadists torture for any sake- and its rather worrying that the laughable reasons our killer gives don't point this out more to most viewers. Fascists generally kill/torture for a purpose-sadists for sheer enjoyment.But this is beside the point- its poorly made and executed regardless. Insulting to the intelligence and boring in the extreme. Best Avoided.

Apparently there's some sort of big "controversy" over this film - personally I don't see it - this film is neither shocking, nor graphic, so what's the big deal??? That said, BOY MEETS GIRL is not a horrible film by any means - my MAIN problem with it is that it drags on for far too long. I think this film would have been much more powerful and "shocking" as a 20-30 minute short, cutting out most of the needless and boring dialog that runs this film to "feature" length. I'm all about dialog and character development when necessary - but the endless monologues from the main girl made this one hard to stay awake through...Short and sweet - guy meets a hooch at the bar and heads back to her place for some puss. She gives him a drink and turns on some porn (sounds like the perfect "date" so far, right???) - next thing ya know, homeboy's knocked out and restrained in Bar-Slut's basement. What ensues is some pretty inventive but non-graphic torture, interspersed with way too much boring dialog...There ARE some positive things about BOY MEETS GIRL. The camera-work is competent (almost reminded me of old Buttgereit stuff in it's "style") and the acting by the few leads is believable. A couple of the torture scenes are imaginative, but lack the "payoff" that I expect in a film like this. Again, if they cut a good 40 minutes or so out of this film, I feel it would have had a much bigger impact. Yet another case of a film that gets the reputation of being "shocking", and "controversial", that just doesn't pay off. Worth a one-time look to "underground" film buffs, but most of my other gore and sleaze pals will be bored by this one...6/10

Ray Brady's BOY MEETS GIRL is the cinematic equivalent of attending a particularly morose dinner party populated by distraught trendies, right-on spouters of sloganeering, finger-pointing sociological politics and sensitive undergraduates. Being trapped in a lift with Mark Thomas, Ben Elton, Chrissie Hynde, Billy Bragg, Julie Burchill and the late Andrea Dworkin would seem like an eternity in paradise compared to watching this cack-handed attempt at 'significant film-making'. As it's the mid-nineties and it's British, you know what to expect - the kind of film that turns up late at night on Channel Four, designed by the schedulers to send insomniacs back to bed with a bad case of the yawns. Our main protagonist Tevin, a grimacing Gordon Ramsay clone with a taste for all the usual 'bad' male behaviour (one-night stands, homophobia, heavy drinking, not reading books, macho violence, inbred sexism...the film-makers even throw in something about repressed bestial urges, as if he wasn't enough of a stereotype of the unreconstructed caveman), accompanies his latest conquest - a young, apparently French woman in a startling blonde fright wig - back to her flat, where the poor slob thinks he's in for the time of his life. She's into porn, she'll be returning to France soon (no strings, you see?) and she's insatiable. But things aren't quite what they seem, and when Tevin collapses after drinking drugged wine, the film shifts to a darkened basement-like setting with the hapless chauvinist strapped to a dentist's chair, where he is tortured and lectured...along with the audience. And this goes on for nearly ninety minutes.It's all here, all the 'hot topics' that still have the chattering classes tut-tutting over the tofu. Why do we watch violent films when real-life violence is this horrible? Isn't it shocking that Tevin cheats on his wife with one-night stands, even though he's got three children and an apparently happy home life? Will women ever reclaim the night from swaggering louts such as this? In fact, there's also plenty of meat here for the sado-masochists and fascist reactionaries to get their dentures into as well - Tevin gets a vibrator inserted into his rectum (that's it, give 'em a taste of their own medicine!), he is force-fed excrement and urine (anyone for SALO?), has his hand burned in a microwave oven and maggots dumped on the scorched flesh (if you think all this sounds like a more-warped-than-usual Chris Morris sketch, take heart in knowing that you are not alone), and possibly given AIDS (bring 'em face-to-face with the consequences of their actions!). It's like being beaten over the head with the dream diary of a squirming, introspective adolescent who's read too much DeSade and watched too many seventies art-house movies.Ray Brady's direction staggers wildly between near-pornographic gloating over the torture sequences (which puts him on roughly the same level as an unfunny John Waters, who at least tempered his desire to shove the viewer's nose into the dirt with a healthy dose of subversive black humour), long periods of static one-take shots(he makes Meir Zarchi look like Ken Russell on amphetamines) and laughably inept sub-rock video dream-stroke-fantasy sequences. Even in the digitally restored version, the photography is grimy and eye-straining almost beyond endurance, the sound is often inaudible (the sound recordist is pseudonymously credited as Alan Smithee, and I can understand why he wanted to keep his name off this stinker) and the torture scenes are broken up with dinky little paper-and-paste title cards (one of which reads 'The TV is laughing at you' - not as much as the video library manager who foisted this dreck on me and stung me for £1.50) that make the whole thing look even more like an inept student film project than it does already. And it's one thing for Brady to beef about the 'Hollywoodized' depiction of romanticised, pyrotechnic, body-count violence, but quite another to depict the supposedly 'realistic' violence in this movie in such a laughable way - when the slaps about the face don't even ring true, you know you're in trouble, and when Tevin survives having his bladder wrenched out and replaced by two dislodged eyeballs, a flick-knife and a crumpled photograph (I only wish I was making this up!), you know Brady, in his heart of hearts, really wants to discard all the arts council-pleasing 'significance' in favour of being another Herschell Gordon Lewis.BOY MEETS GIRL is as drab, joyless, derivative and tedious as any movie I've seen, and that includes THE HEADLESS EYES. If you want to see a realistic murder that will make you flinch and dash for the shower, try LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT. If you want sleepless nights, try HENRY : PORTRAIT OF A SERIAL KILLER. If you want to be lectured, patronized and taken for a senseless buffoon who will benefit from being told how to perceive the world by a bunch of precious quasi-intellectuals, then BOY MEETS GIRL is your film.

After watching and being disappointed by Day of the Sirens (the directors latest movie) I was slagging the film off to a friend when she asked me had I seen Boy Meets Girl, she insisted that I borrow her copy and to watch it. Though highly sceptical I decided to humour her, resigned that I would be turning it off within minutes I sat down to watch it. What a shocking surprise, I was glued to my seat, genuinely disturbing the film was intelligently written and felt at times as real as a documentary and left me with recurring nightmares. I was warned not to watch it alone or late in the evening and to my regret I did not heed the warning. This is the darkest film I've ever seen, you really don't believe that what you are watching is or could be a real movie, more like you are watching some sort of sick home movie made by a female Hannibal Lectern who has decided to make a demented snuff movie. I felt constantly abused and challenged throughout the movie and couldn't sleep for hours, no most of the night. Perversely brilliant and unlike any other film I've ever seen I was repelled and drawn to it simultaneously, a movie more like a play written by a reincarnated Marquis De Sade. Loved it and hated it at the same time and not for the faint hearted or easily shocked. Beware you have been warned!