Do you kiss your mum with that mouth?
220.127.116.11 stands for four girls, three days, two cities and one chance, a British film that stylistically different from any other Brit flick I’ve seen this year. It’s also bat-shit crazy.
Outrageous, improbable and at times weird, it entertain in fits and starts. It’s not a good film, it’s a fun, very silly film.
The four girls are Shannon (Ophelia Lovibond), Casandra (Tamsin Egerton), Kerry (Shanika Warren-Markland) and Joanne (Emma Roberts) who are the ‘bestest’ of friends and each has their own personal issues to deal with.
Shannon is depressed, alienated teen who finds solace in graffiti writing. Casandra has a piano audition to attend in New York and a potential lover waiting for her. Kerry has a secret, but has problems integrating with her family and Joanne has a boring job, a boring life and finds herself in the midst of a robbery at the store she works at.
All of this revolves around a diamond theft that the girls are implicated in. 18.104.22.168 suffers from is a harebrained approach to its editing. Chopped into four segments, each one about a girl and occurs over the same time period, but it doesn’t work very well (at least to begin with) as the latter segments exist to fill in the missing blanks in the earlier ones.
The first few segments are contrived and your interest in what’s happening begins to wane. The first segment is a very ‘woe is me’ tale that’s artificial and predictable as Shannon’s life falls apart and she finds no solace from her friends.
Another reason why the film doesn’t particularly work is because it is utterly mental. The crams in as many improbable incidents in a short time frame, some work others less so, and it’s hard to enjoy when events are just so difficult to believe in. When Michelle Ryan pops up out of nowhere like a ninja and karate kicks her way through a group of thugs you wonder what the hell is going on. When Kevin Smith joins in you’ll be asking why is he here and when did he put on so much weight?
It’s very much a film for girls. That’s not a slight or dig but its audience is very much the teenage, adolescent girl market and the film reflects that attitude. Most men in the film (a good 80% of them) are leering, egotistical douchebags who want to have sex, act tough or in the case of one man so pathetic that nearly shots has him placed on his couch looking sad. The women, on other hand, get tricked, fooled, intimidated but rise to overcome these roadblocks, with one seeing a girl take out her frustrations on a man with a Lara Croft figure. Female empowerment indeed.
Crazy, wacky and totally unbelievable you may have a (sporadically) fun time in the company of 22.214.171.124. It’s strange and a flaccid start, it finds it feet and enjoyment can be found if you look hard enough. If only it didn’t feel so cheap and amateurish at times.
Posted on 11/12/2010, in Reviews and tagged 4321, British film, Emma Roberts, Kevin Smith, Noel Clark, Ophelia Lovibond, Shanika Warren-Markland, Tamsin Egerton. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.