2014 / Director. Trevor White.
Review by Glenn Cochrane.
It's been an average day for me and I was uninspired when choosing a film to watch. Leaving the room to find something decent was not logical and so I saw JAMESY BOY sitting beside the TV and thought "Fuck It!". The title itself evoked thoughts of a gritty British thriller while the poster art suggested a hard-edged prison film. Neither are good comparisons. The film is rather dull, lifeless and routine. It tells the story of a teenage thug who's spent most of his life institutionalised with no foreseeable direction. Incarcerated in a tough prison he goes through a metamorphosis of sorts and takes guidance from the most feared and educated man in the place (Ving Rhames). His story is told though flashbacks of his life before jail and we're shown the junctions in his life, which he persistently misjudged. The flashback sequences make up the bulk of the film and they're painfully monotonous. This is a character who's difficult to relate to or emphasise with. He's simply a douchebag and no amount of redemption or rehabilitation changes that. The direction of the film is stodgy and the script never lifts beyond the typical prison movie tropes. Despite talent like James Woods, Mary Louise Parker and Ving Rhames the performances are lethargic and mechanical. I can't even comprehend what makes this "true story" worthy of attention. There's certainly nothing exceptional about his life and I can't imagine anyone being moved by his life. Hmmm... and now it's too late to watching something else. That was a waste of time.