
It's an earthy, intense tale that demands a lot of its performers, and the previously unknown leads actually fare much better than their contemporaries in Michael Winterbottom's not dissimilar 9 Songs. You'd expect characters called Noon and Manchester to be somewhat out there, but but both prove far less annoying than they could have been: Browne makes his cheeky, horny, lovelorn chappie goofily charming, while Trotter Landry exudes a matter-of-fact, at times confrontational sexuality - her self-recorded "Orgasm Diaries", which should by rights be excruciating, are instead frank and funny.
The artworld business, painted in broad strokes as a corrupting force of evil, doesn't work - it very rarely does on screen, even in more experienced hands - but the film looks sharp, and the sex is pretty good, too: with none of that designer miserablism Winterbottom subscribed to, the action is hard, liberating and rapturous - almost Lawrentian, you're tempted to say, and it's precisely that lack of self-consciousness that catches your eye here. Enterprising distributor Soda's New British Cinema scheme previously produced the engaging 1,2,3,4 and the terrific Skeletons. This latest's distinctive and very promising: more, please.
brilliantlove is available on DVD from Monday.
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