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LADS GET LAIRY, BUT NONE OF IT'S THAT SCARY.
on 27 March 2015
Described with wild enthusiasm in some quarters as the British gangster film that "spits in the eye of its rivals", Terry is as much use as a spilled pint of extra strong lager. A plague on those who commend its gritty, in your face realism and no holds barred take on drugs, firearms and the urban malaise, it's a shocker only in the level of its awfulness, a bad idea that doesn't work. Fictional film maker Charles hooks up with bad boy Terry (Nick Nevern - also director and writer). "Keep shooting, yeah..." We roam the streets with them, encountering the likes of tragic best mate Spencer (engaged in hastily interrupted oral sex), witnessing marital; disputes, coke-taking and fire-arm brandishing. We get to see Terry shoot pool and get all deep about his own bad habits. There ain't much of a plot, but it's all real, right? Branded a 'a wake-up call', feel street to smash the alarm clock to smithereens. It's what Terry would have done.