I sometimes get the feeling that the only reason people make films like this one is so that people like me, who like to go to the cinema at least once a week, will have an alternative to the cgi/slasher/American pie formulaic garbage that fuels the multiplexes. In other words fairly pleasant, fairly harmless movies, like Venus, Shameless, Junebug, Waitress etc that fill a gap but, like Chinese food, leave you craving something more substantial within the hour. Hunter and Hunsinger scored a mild success with Lawless Heart and return to the same general area and clearly figure that if outrageous coincidence was good enough for Shakespeare it's good enough for them thus we get a chain of events in which Bob Hoskins, on the strength of an meeting Shaun Eveans for an hour or two and taking a shine to his mother, Lesley Manville, offers Evans the use of a flat in London which leads to Evans finding work as a waiter and catching the eye of PR honcho Stockard Channing with whom he is soon doubling as a gigolo where he in turn catches the eye of a girl his own age who, surprise, surprise, turns out to be Channing's daughter; Channing has never disclosed the name of the father and as Dorothy Parker said you could have knocked me down with a fender when he is finally revealed as Hoskins' brother. With story lines like these you need decent thesping and on the whole that's what we get with the glaring exception of leading man Shaun Evans compared to whom an amoeba with Learning Difficulties would eclipse Errol Flynn in both charm and charisma. Luckily Evans is surrounded by Manville, Hoskins, Anthony Head and Amanda Ryan all of whom help to make the time pass pleasantly enough.
Review of Sparkle
