Knight Steven
Locke

Basically, it works like this: the first rule is that there must be beer within reach. Damn, there are priorities in life, and if you want to make me happy, give me a good Porter or a Stout. The second is that cell phones must not be a nuisance during the viewing, and whoever slips up must bring a case. The third is that each of us should propose a movie that no one has ever seen. The funny thing is, we're a damn heterogeneous group, so the evening often ends with amusing insults because we've known each other forever. This way, within a few days, we watched "Sharknado 3," "Lobster," and "Gone with the Wind." Sometimes we also go to the cinema, but the swearing doesn’t really work as they are muffled and you can't drink beer inside. Well, without further ado, it was my turn yesterday.

A unique product that I had never heard of, even though it's quite recent (2014), directed by a director unknown to me. I liked it. I'm writing a few lines.

The protagonist is in an existential crisis and screws up his good life to go assist a woman, with whom he had a one-night stand, who is about to give birth. It's an atypical film, practically without a soundtrack, with a single protagonist, and it's shot entirely inside a car. The protagonist, Locke, interacts with the other characters in the film only by phone: about thirty calls, maybe more, during which he tries to find a solution to a desperate situation. The work is deliberately fragmented because it starts from the breaking point that leads him to leave everything, but, and it's a big but, we don't know what the triggering reason is. The protagonist’s character seems balanced and rational, and that's exactly what intrigues and piques our curiosity; perhaps even the use of dark colors has been purposely chosen to confer more mystery to the work. Locke reveals himself gradually in the various calls, and the viewing doesn’t feel heavy thanks to a compact running time, excellent shots, and a good performance by Hardy, whom I already appreciated in "Bronson."

For me, the evening was a success: four beers, only a few timid "vaffanculo" from the participants, and a bit of gymnastics under the sheets.