Love clearly wants to resurrect the 1980s from terminal un-hipness. He provides a jukebox of the decade's best tunes and a catwalk of shoulder-padded fashion. (While the music stands the test of time, it's doubtful whether Fila leisurewear can be viewed with anything other than irony.) Unfortunately this idolatry of the period blunts the social commentary. We get a brief clip of Margaret Thatcher on TV early on, and in some ways, Charlie's gang are carrying out her mandate.
Unlike Scorsese, Love doesn't engage in the contradictions and complications that arise. Ultimately, he'd much rather go for the 'cool' attitude, showing his middle finger to community, morality and the conventions of an ending where crime doesn't pay. And despite solid work from the three male leads, there's a troubling misogyny at play. Every female character here is a combination of cheap, foul-mouthed, and untrustworthy and it seems to run deeper than the characters' own view of women.
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