In 70 minutes, Alan Clarke manages to say more about the roots of violence in men than any other film to tackle football hooliganism ever has. Rather than sensationalising the camaraderie like other films, this brilliantly dissects how these men are products of insecurity and the performance of toxic masculinity, using hooliganism as a tool to create an identity in their otherwise quite mundane lives. Gary Oldman and Lesley Manville are fucking superb.

In 70 minutes, Alan Clarke manages to say more about the roots of violence in men than any other film to tackle football hooliganism ever has. Rather than sensationalising the camaraderie like other films, this brilliantly dissects how these men are products of insecurity and the performance of toxic masculinity, using hooliganism as a tool to create an identity in their otherwise quite mundane lives. Gary Oldman and Lesley Manville are fucking superb.

Nice to see Selhurst Park hasn't changed

Nice to see Selhurst Park hasn't changed

you would not be remiss if you were to say this is the best of gary oldman. becksy is just an enthralling figure i mean everything in this life is somehow tied back to him and every scene he’s in just feels like revolves around him. i love how it’s portrayed as almost an addiction to the firm like he doesn’t do it for the social credit or to show off but he simply needs it in his life or he just won’t survive.

the brutality that is on display here is nuts as well i mean stabbings, brawls, car bombs and a guns all over some arbitrary lines. you can see the dissension in madness a couple times from the start of the week where everyone is just business men of the sort going about there lives and slowly they become these fucking animals at the weekend looking to scrap with anyone they can.

the mental part is that only once do we see them actually at the football like that’s the whole reason these blokes get into this thing and before long it’s all about the firm and not the club. i mean even when becksy dies it’s not a mourning thing or a time for reflection but they all go bigger in his honour and honesty that’s probably what he would’ve wanted them to do.

this is really just barebones hooligan culture no hyperbole or playing it up just proper blokes going at each other for the sake of it. but fuck me boys just get a bee hive next time

you would not be remiss if you were to say this is the best of gary oldman. becksy is just an enthralling figure i mean everything in this life is somehow tied back to him and every scene he’s in just feels like revolves around him. i love how it’s portrayed as almost an addiction to the firm like he doesn’t do it for the social credit or to show off but he simply needs it in his life or he just won’t survive.

the brutality that is on display here is nuts as well i mean stabbings, brawls, car bombs and a guns all over some arbitrary lines. you can see the dissension in madness a couple times from the start of the week where everyone is just business men of the sort going about there lives and slowly they become these fucking animals at the weekend looking to scrap with anyone they can.

the mental part is that only once do we see them actually at the football like that’s the whole reason these blokes get into this thing and before long it’s all about the firm and not the club. i mean even when becksy dies it’s not a mourning thing or a time for reflection but they all go bigger in his honour and honesty that’s probably what he would’ve wanted them to do.

this is really just barebones hooligan culture no hyperbole or playing it up just proper blokes going at each other for the sake of it. but fuck me boys just get a bee hive next time

a face card that insane doesn’t deserve to die

a face card that insane doesn’t deserve to die

I’m not sure if this caught me in the right mood or right night but it was just that good.

I’m not sure if this caught me in the right mood or right night but it was just that good.