Well, what a relentlessly depressing 97 minutes that was. 97 minutes I’ll never get back. I feel very sad.
In a nutshell, Harry Brown is an elderly ex-serviceman who is bent on revenge against the gang of hoodies who murdered his friend. The premise is as bleak as the council estate the story is set on, and knowing that there are all too many places like this – where people are afraid to leave their own homes for fear of being attacked – just mad me, well, sad.
I was also sad to see Michael Caine (whom I love, by the way) as an elderly man. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being ageist, and its great that he’s still working, it’s just sad to think about the effects the ageing process has on the body. I felt the same way when I saw the fourth Indiana Jones film – Harrison Ford walked like an old man, and it was sad.
Anyway, Caine’s still total hardcase and more than holds his own against the young whippersnappers just a quarter of his age, so that was kind of heartening, but all in all, this film was just hard work and isn’t something I’d like to endure again.