You might just want to stop everything and get yourself a ticket to Richard Ayoade’s film of Submarine.
Its funny, beautiful, imaginative and the final word on awkward, pretentious duffle-coated youth.
In other words, Michael Ceras now out of a job.
Fittingly for an adaptation of a book obsessed with words, AyoadesSubmarineis obsessed with film.
Its a love letter to cinema as much as one to the vagaries of teenage life.
Theres more than a touch of Rohmerian navel-gazing inSubmarines self-absorbed narrator.
For anyone new to Rohmer, his films revolve around indecisive people who spend their time talking about themselves.
Sometimes they drink coffee at the same time.
Theyre better than Im making them sound.
Like Ayoade, Tate is also a cinephile.
While the grey British seaside seems to glow under Erik Wilsons cinematography, its with a melancholy blush.
(Does the grey British seaside ever glow with anything else?)
Speaking of gushing, water is one of Ayoades main devices in the film.
Rating:
5 out of 5
