Really Surprised!

Load of rubbish!!

Better Late Then Never

Blistering performances.

There are many things about this movie which had me both yelling at the screen and at those that were watching the movie with me. The scenes that use fire look so bad that they should have been left out completely, especially since they were not originally in the book. The scenes from the renaissance period added nothing at all to the movie yet take up about a third of the film. Christie Malry's mother and childhood friend are characters that either should not have been shown or should have actually been used to move the plot along. In closing this was a movie that barely seemed to have a focus and had too many characters and scenes that had no business being in the movie, try to avoid watching it.

Before it was picked up by ILC Pictures (handlers of Urban Ghost Story, among others) Christie Malry's Own Double-Entry caused a minor furore on the film circuit. Most distributors turned it down, prompting leading man Nick Moran to dash off missives to all and sundry, pleading for its release.It's easy to see why they were nervous: as with his debut feature, Dublin-based outlaw yarn Crush Proof, director Paul Tickell would rather chew off his own leg than compromise his vision. As Moran says (with more than a hint of past grievances), "Malry... isn't some Mockney film, or romantic comedy." In this visually audacious, updated adaptation of the short novel by cult writer BS Johnson (who committed suicide in 1975), Moran plays the eponymous, none-too-gifted nerd, waging war on his enemies - real and imagined - using a simple, if highly effective credit and debit system. Before the first hour's up, callous bosses, and others (including the Inland Revenue, the newsagent who sold his cancerous mother her cigarettes, Ben Elton and Oasis) have been duly filed away in the 'debit' bracket, and 'credited' with anything from a bomb through the window, to mass murder via the nation's water supply. (Media terrorist Chris Morris is a 'credit'.) Though shot well before 11 September 2001, Christie Malry's Own Double-Entry is bizarrely prophetic in places too - with its scenes of terrorism, governmental panic, and planes over the Middle East (direct results of Malry's extra curricular activities). By the time "God" has been singled out for more than a Chinese burn, Malry's fate is a foregone conclusion.Interwoven throughout is a joint storyline - set in the 15th century and concerning Leonardo Da Vinci and the Franciscan monk who originally dreamt up the Double Entry system - though this works less effectively.Following up a true original like Crush Proof wasn't going to be easy, but Tickell has just about pulled it off. Christie Malry's Own Double-Entry is a demented hybrid of Billy Liar and twisted Nietzschean excess, and every frame crackles with energy. The film is further enhanced by a terrific soundtrack by Auteurs frontman Luke Haines. Just don't expect to enjoy your hotdog.

At last! a decent British film that actually made me laugh out loudat the dark, dark humour on display throughout this film. OK, so itcan't compete visually with Hollywood, and the ending issomewhat shoe-horned in uncomfortably, but, it does have somefine under stated acting and an anti-capitalist message we can allrelate to, to some extent at least! . Watch, as the seemingly dimwitted Christy see's the light and puts a shape to the confusion ofadulthood with a simple but single minded plan to have hisretribution on the powers that be that make his life difficult. Everydebit must have a credit indeed! See this film, then go read thebook. Good soundtrack,but bad, bad DVD cover, this won't help peoplepick it up in Blockbusters!

This is a very sharp british film, one of the best since trainspotting. The lighting, editing and music are very snappy and bring to mind (along with much of the dialogue and hints of the plot) Fight Club. I went mostly cos it had Neil Stuke in it (right from Game On, I've loved everything he's been in) but its genuinely entertaining, funny and compassionate.We can only hope that the future makes it big elsewhere - as Croupier did.