Eye For Film >> Movies >> The Business (2005) Film Review
Reviewed by: Chris
Thatcher's 1980s heralded a new Britain where anything was possible - opportunities for undreamed-of wealth side by side with the emergence of beggars on the street, unemployment riots and racial tension.
"Our Kid" Frankie (Danny Dyer) wants to "be somebody" and not end up like his dad, so he does a little delivery job to "Playboy Charlie" in Spain and gets hired as a driver at Charlie's club.
Nightclub owners have a glamour appeal often shared by politicians, which was particularly seductive during the Eighties. Around Charlie, everything just "happens" - you are out having a good time and he is the person who makes it all possible - effortlessly and continuously.
Welcome To The Pleasure Dome became the iconic pop song of the day.
From here on in, The Business is almost an homage to the decade. A scene on Charlie's boat - who is "so cool his bed makes itself in the morning" - recalls the famous Rio video by Duran Duran. Fashions, cars, dialect and attitudes are all mimicked with loving precision. Alan Durant once criticized music videos (which began in the Eighties) for their glittery escapism, musical portraiture and fixing the "currencies of sounds". Charlie fixes the currency of the world around him, particularly the currencies of crime, women and drugs, the three things Frankie's father told him to avoid. But what else is there?
Soon they meet up with Charlie's partner Sammy, who is "so hard even his nightmares are afraid of him." Sammy is the financial brains of the operation and his hobbies include a jealous obsession for his girlfriend Carly, and also killing people. The fact that Charlie largely keeps him under control not only maintains the light-hearted roller-coaster, neon-lit feelgood factor, but sets the film apart from others like Sexy Beast, where the grandstanding stars give in to their characters' nastiness rather more readily. The undercurrent of criminal activity, just as in real nightclubs, is one of those things you speak about as little as possible, always second in conversation to the finer things of life, such as the latest cocktail, or trendiest gear. Naturally things tend to go up or down rather than stay still and even though Charlie manages to buy off the local mayor, things occasionally get a bit nasty. The skewered head scene is particularly liable to spoil the taste of that glass of Bollinger.
Like the world it portrays, The Business can be criticised as superficial and derivative, but it accurately depicts the headstrong, cheesy glamour of the period and both glamorises and exposes the drug dealing high-life. My guess is it will either turn you off in the first 10 minutes, or carry you along with an adrenalin rush of New Wave dance anthems and snappy one-liners. The slangy witticisms are so consistent, as is every other aspect of this blood, sex and smarm-soaked poolside party of a movie that you may just decide to let go and snort a full line, as you identify with personalities you'd never dare to in real life.
The Eighties had a self-confident brashness, guiding how people presented and expressed themselves, embracing or rejecting the new political and social divides. The Marbella look was in vogue - Hugh Heffner, Bunny Girls and pop stars. Now it looks dated and a bit tacky. But have we learnt? If we could view ourselves now from 20 years hence would we cringe at how prevailing trends suck us in? Even the relatively "normal" gangsters wives in The Business seem hoodwinked to accept the status quo unquestioningly. The pervasive ideologies of our society are often invisible except in retrospect.
Love it or hate it, The Business confronts us with bygone cliches many would prefer to forget, but on its own terms it's a devil-may-care joyride of a picture.
Slide the Ray Bans back and get hammered on it.Reviewed on: 11 Sep 2005
If you like this, try:Sexy Beast