Amid the Civil War in 17th-century England, a group of deserters flee from battle through an overgrown field. Captured by an alchemist, the men are forced to help him search to find a hidden treasure that he believes is buried in the field.
Nearly a year after a botched job, a hitman takes a new assignment with the promise of a big payoff for three killings. What starts off as an easy task soon unravels, sending the killer into the heart of darkness.
The story of the country-western singer Hank Williams, who in his brief life created one of the greatest bodies of work in American music. The film chronicles his rise to fame and its tragic effect on his health and personal life.
Class struggle becomes all too real as a young doctor moves into a modern apartment block in suburban 1975 London. Drugs, drink & debauchery dissolve into murder, mayhem and misogyny in this pseudo-post-apocalyptic breakdown of societal norms.Written by
David R Turner
In the opening shot of the movie, Laing is using a record player. It is a very special, very rare player known as a Transcriptors Reference Turntable, and the same owned by Alex in A Clockwork Orange (arguably made famous by this feature). This is likely another homage to that film. See more »
Dr. Laing's balcony has open air above it as it is protruding from the balconies of higher storeys. He lives on the 25th floor, but from the exterior pictures of the high rise you can see that only the highest 10 have balconies like that, so those would only start at the 30th floor. See more »
[laughing after Royal has hit her]
That's the first time he's touched me in over six months!
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I haven't read the book but judging it on its own merit I felt like this film tried to be something between The American Psycho and The Exterminating Angel. And it failed. It's lacking the subtlety of Bunuel's masterpiece as well as the wit of the latter, more modern film.
The Non-Subtlety: When Laing goes to a party above his class he is not just under-dressed, he is RIDICULOUSLY under-dressed. When he tries to help a the architect's wife with a malfunctioning control box, he doesn't just fail, he fails SPECTACULARLY. Scene after scene you get everything spelled out as clearly and unambiguously as possible and it gets tiresome very quickly. Was this not supposed to be an "art" kind of film? Was the director expecting only morons to come and see it?
The Lack of Wit: Even over-the-top films can still be enjoyable if they are handled right. The American Psycho is like that - the axe murder to the tune of Hip to be Square is fresh and whimsical, the business card scene was a FUN way to ridicule the main character's obsession. High-Rise on the other hand is just dull. I can't remember any one scene that I would want to rewatch just for the sake of it. Every one of them is just mechanistically chugging along with the plot.
On the bright side there are some interesting sets and costumes and certainly the actors are doing their best with what they are given so it's not an all-in-all terrible movie. It's just that what it is trying to do was done way better before - in the two films I mentioned above.
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