Two bank robbers, Dennis and Hal, are on the run from the police after a successful heist. Needing somewhere to hide the loot, they turn to a funeral parlour where they stash the cash in Hal's recently-deceased mother's coffin. Taking the coffin, they turn to Hal's father and hide it in the bathroom of his hotel. Before long the hotel is host to the eccentric Inspector Truscott.
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Good films always raise compelling questions, whether the format is fiction or documentary fact.
This film is so real. It treats its characters with so much care and sensitivity.
what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.
A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.
Lunacy directed by Silvio Narizzano with so much going on it's almost impossible to take it all in. Hywel Bennett & Roy Holder rob a bank and hide the money in the casket that should contain Holder's dead mother. A lot of craziness follows. Sexy nurse Lee Remick makes a quick move on Holder's mourning father (Milo O'Shea) while wacky policeman Richard Attenborough tries to figure it all out. As O'Shea tells him, Attenborough's every move is a mystery. The film moves at break-neck speed and all of the performers are hilarious. Remick affects a perfect Irish accent and Attenborough seems to be channeling early Peter Sellers. O'Shea nearly steals the film as a ridiculously understanding dolt. From the Joe Orton play with some disposable music by Keith Mansfield.
You can't go wrong when Galton and Simpson adapt an Orton play.Very black, very funny, and gloriously captures the end of the swinging sixties with the Dennis and Hal's curious way of getting out of a parking ticket.Roy Holder and Hywel Bennett are perfectly cast as the roguesh but likable main characters, and the supporting players help to carry the film along at a pace.Ultimately a very enjoyable film, and I can only roll my eyes at the thought of it being compared to Weekend at Bernies - where Loot has black humour, Bernies only has slap stick.
I am rarely tempted to add my own thoughts on any film on IMDb, but when the review for the black farce that is LOOT is compared less than favourably to WEEKEND AT BERNIES in all seriousness then even I feel I have to hitch up the keyboard and redress the situation.These are two films that are from totally different worlds.W.A.B's is an American teen romp, the kind that keep the tit and ass count down to get as many 15 year olds in to the multiplex, whilst LOOT is the second to last play written by Joe Orton the darling of the mid sixties theatre scene in London.Now I have never particularly liked LOOT as a play or as a film, preferring Entertaining Mr Sloane, Berly Reid's performance being worth the price of admission alone, but to compare it to W.A.B.'s is like comparing Hamlet to GHOST because of the presence of a spook in them. But it is easily a far superior film, yes it is a little creaky and the farce is shoe horned in but then that was Orton's style. LOOT is an example of the sad fag end of the sixties as they misfired to a close.I half expect to see Withnail and I come lurching over the horizon like spectres.Weekend At Bernies indeed.see also "Entertaining Mr.Sloane" and the bio pic "Prick Up Your Ears".
Er......that's because it is a play. A play PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY. Did I mention it is a well known play in England? It's a rather good play.