I love this movie so much

Excellent but underrated film

This is a must-see and one of the best documentaries - and films - of this year.

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

As I watched Mr. Nice, it quickly became clear that the story was based on a real person, Howard Marks, about whom I was previously ignorant. It was sort of amusing watching this in part because marijuana laws have been falling like dominoes, with possession and use and even selling decriminalized in the United States. This fellow got into a lot of trouble for dealing hashish, when only a few decades later it's no longer considered such a big deal.As for the story, it's not that exciting (one reason why I inferred that it must be based on history). The message is more or less that drugs should be legal and people should be able to partake if they wish to. Given recent developments, this film is pretty much preaching to the choir. It is of primarily historical interest that a dealer should be aligned along with felons, many of whom have committed much more serious, usually violent, crimes. The film is opens in the hippie era and follows it until it finally wanes in the 1980s. The authentic depiction of those times in Britain was a plus. I also enjoyed the portrayal of the hard-core IRA arms dealer with whom Marks was in cahoots for a while. Given the company he kept, one must ask: was Marks as innocent as he appears in this quasi-biopic? I don't know. In this respect, Mr. Nice reminds me a bit of Goodfellas, where we are asked to believe that Henry Hill never killed anyone. Not very plausible, to be perfectly frank.I did not find the main character very interesting in his own right. He was basically a pothead, as was his wife (Chloë Sevigny), who seemed to be pretty much devoid of a personality. They both seemed nice enough, so his adopted alias, Mr. Nice, was certainly appropriate. The couple was apparently not big on birth control, because they kept having more babies. The production values were more like a made-for-TV production, and perhaps that is what this was.

Biopic of Welsh hash smuggler, Howard Marks. Lightweight, by the numbers approach as young Marks goes to Oxford, straight as an arrow, discovers reefer, begins the transformation. Next thing, he's collaborating with IRA patriots to smuggle Afghan hash. Money for lifestyle or guns. Several funny anecdotal scenes, yet nowhere does this dig for substance. Big deals in the US skitter by, swimming pool styling in Mallorca added to show - I suppose - how boring the clean life was. Some of the cinematography intrigues as they have characters drive or walk in front of obvious rear projection of 60s or 70s exteriors. Too long at two hours, and still seemed shallow. Rhys Myers (as Howard) distracted by reminding me of singer Liam Gallagher (Oasis).

I had really high hopes for this film, I read the book while on holiday and the first DVD I rented when I got back was Mr Nice. I have to say it was the worst book to film that I have even seen. It missed out so much detail and the best parts of the book, it looks like it was shoot on a low budget making it even worse.I wouldn't recommend watching it if you haven't seen the book it drags on through most parts, I know its not that type of film they could of added more action to the film to keep interest but its dull and boring and would of stopped watching it if I hadn't read the book.The guys a legend but it looks as if this film was just for the money

Mr Nice - I read the book and went in knowing the film was not going to be as good as the book. So it was no surprise it was not. But unlike some other adaptations, it was horribly below the quality of the book.We should have experienced all manor of emotions, but instead I was left feeling all manor of disappointment. I am a fan of Rhys Ifans and also Howard Marks. But even with fond feelings of these people I could not help be feel let down.READ THE BOOK - Skip the film and read the book. I don't read much, only a few books in my 30+ years but this was one that grabbed me. The film, should have and could have grabbed me, but it knocked me into a stoned submission of comatose.I nearly walked out, they tried to cram too much in and while many normally complain adaptations supply not enough, or it did not follow the book in true form, for this it was the opposite. They tried too much and in an effort, it was all done too fast. It is hard to keep up. If I had not read the book, I would not have known what was going o, how, where, who or when.We go from the brilliantly cast Rhys Ifans to the damn right confused and outrageous bad placement of Omid Djalili, a rather weak stereotype.This could have been a deep flavoured and full bodied red wine. Instead it was a weakened squash that is so diluted it tastes like slightly sugared water with a funny colour. Shot beautifully capturing the different times with the technology of filming from that time. But let down far too much by the speed of story, the empty and incomplete endings to all the strings started but so few meeting at the beginning, middle or end it made me feel angry.