A troubled footballer falls for a
Russian single mother in a romantic drama so catastrophically incompetent it’s destined for cult status
It’s getting harder and harder to find truly enjoyable bad movies. Cinemas are now almost exclusively full of franchise instalments too expensive to invite any sort of risk. The low-budget stuff has discovered how to paper over flaws with a veneer of cheap self-awareness. Sometimes, most disappointingly of all, when a film has badness baked into its very DNA – like this year’s genuinely ludicrous McConaughey/Hathaway noir Serenity – the result is just unacceptably boring when it should have been spectacularly silly.
A great bad film – a film where nothing is left on the table, where the script is weird and the budget is squandered and the sex scenes are startlingly graphic and there’s at least one screen legend who looks constantly terrified – just doesn’t come along very often. So when it does, it should be celebrated. Reader, allow me to celebrate See You Soon.