Submarine

A Refreshed Cinematist

For the young, the smart, the bound by youthful composition and novel design, for the principles of a remembered youth.  Here lays a film proposing such notions with an optimistic scale, amongst many indie spirited sorts of movies it portrays seemingly insignificant lives in a purposeful light (Brick, Juno). With some much defined mannerisms it comes to display delicately these definitions of purpose upon those who may or may have not have experienced such troubles, those being so unlucky may have something of a more hearty affection for such a tale. A story of a boy, which half of us are, a story of the love of two kinds, which some might be lucky to regard and a story of loss which in the current climate of domestic disaster we all might have some experience of. Touching elements that I am sure must have been a great definition of Richard Ayoade's childhood.

Oliver Tate (Craig Roberts) is a duffle coat adorned affluent who sees himself as a less than violent hero who displays his story as he sees fit. His character is consistently divulged with an adult retrospective that allows him to have a wisdomic overview that would be highly envied amongst youths and this gives him a very affable appeal. Oliver develops an infatuation with Jordana (Yasmin Page) who is a red coat wearing dark intelligent and difficult character that he projects onto an affection of a masculine intent. Whilst trying to balance life, love and parental division he befronts the task of using rather clumsy and amusing tactics to solve all these negatively affected prospects he is rapt by.

My personal feelings where that of the correct majority, I thought it was a refreshingly original expression of British film. It is despite Richard Ayoade’s history in television a very beautifully cinematic film. I found it funny and touching, edgy but truthful experience that I will enjoy again.