
Last film club we watched Dirty Pretty Things. (Spoiler information below)
The story centers around Nigerian doctor Okwe and Turkish Senay (of Amelie fame), both of whom are illegal immigrants, trying to make a living in London. Centered around a London hotel in which both the main characters work, Okwe works on the reception desk doing night shifts and Senay works as a maid. The tale follows the protagonists as they find and leave work, struggle to find somewhere to live, and avoid a pitifully poorly acted pair of immigration officers. Almost immediately Okwe discovers a rather sinister illegal business operating at the hotel, and the film builds on this, culminating in Okwe facing a huge moral dilemma. A saint-like character throughout, he refuses, and the story twists at the end with a slightly strange revenge scene.
Many of the characters were weak. The hotel manager was a baddie who might have fitted better into a pantomime than a supposedly critical film. The filming left little to the imagination, and a sex scene in which Senay was humiliated was laughable. I thought Senay’s character was poorly constructed, and not very believeable. The film felt like it couldn’t decide when to be serious and when to joke, and as a result did neither particularly well. The Russian hotel doorman was a saving grace, with scenes of him joking interspersed with the otherwise heavy outplay of events. More of recognisable London would have given more integrity - a hotel name, or recognisable streets, perhaps.
If the film was supposed to highlight the plight of many illegal immigrants in London who struggle to make a living, it certainly did provoke some thought - mainly that if such a world does exist, the likes of us middle-class city dwellers certainly aren’t aware of much of it. There was a strong glorification of such people, with the strong morality and constant striving of Okwe contrasted with the corruption of the rich hotel manager.
Reactions to the revenge scene among the film fascists were mixed; pointless and cheesy were criticisms levelled by some. While it did feel rather out of context, it was important for me as it provoked a response. I couldn’t help but feel that had I been in the same situation, I would have done much worse…
The film ends with the two central characters saying goodbye, one leaving to try and make a new life in New York, and the other to return to Nigeria. What should have been difficult to watch was strangely devoid of emotion, and as I watched the characters leave I wondered why I didn’t feel much more affiinity towards them. While the film raised questions on London’s underclass and our lack of involvement with them, the film left me painfully emotionally uninvolved.
Thanks for the review above go to international man of music fascism - Jon Osbourne.
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