The All Together
Review by Jack Foley
IT’S difficult to know quite what appealed to the likes of Martin Freeman and Danny Dyer about The All Together given the appalling nature of this utterly lame comedy.
Perhaps it was the guerilla approach to filmmaking that writer-director Gavin Claxton adopted, which saw him assembling a cast and crew for an 18-day shoot on an extremely modest budget.
But given the hopelessly inconsistent nature of the script it amounts to a really bad day at the office for just about everyone concerned.
Freeman plays frustrated TV producer Chris who leaves his unreliable flatmate Bob (Velibor Topic) in charge of selling the property while he goes out to deal with another dispiriting day at work.
Asked simply to let the estate agents come and go, Bob inadvertently lets in American gangster Mr Gaspardi (Corey Johnson) and his trigger-happy English host Dennis (Dyer) and winds up in the middle of a hostage situation that steadily goes from bad to worse.
Hence, by the time Chris gets home in the evening his flat is filled with angry criminals, wounded estate agents, a couple of Jehovah’s Witnesses and even a pantomime clown.
Far from being funny, Claxton’s farce is an excruciating effort that relies on vomit, excrement, inter-species sex, violence and foul language for its laughs.
Mr Gaspardi, for instance, spends most of his time covered in sick and toing and froing from the bathroom for “a number two”, while the inept Bob spends his days as a porno-taxidermist. Both deliver performances that border on the amateur.
Only Freeman emerges with any credit, somehow managing to remain endearing in spite of the contrived nature of his own storyline (the brief scenes he shares with real-life girlfriend Amanda Abbington offer brief respite from an otherwise rotten experience).
But for Dyer this provides another spectacular misstep to complete a hattrick of crap beginning with Outlaw earlier this year and followed by Straightheads.
Even a clever cine-literate monologue from Freeman that begins the movie is ruthlessly exposed as pretentious come the implausible finale.
The All Together therefore carries with it the wretched stench of yet another disappointing farce for the British industry…
Running time: 83mins