Watched the British scifi movie called Franklyn last night. It opens in a suitably gothic and distopian world, and I immediately thought we were on for something as amazing as Dark City.
We then jump into the real world of modern London and follow the lives of a few self-indulgent young professionals, a couple of whom are going mad (i.e. either in therapy or in need of it).
There are people following people. A mystery woman. And we start to wonder about how the two worlds interact.
Unfortunately, the story then defaults into ‘Oh, the gothic world doesn’t really exist – it’s all in the head of some nutter who fought in Iraq’. All dramatic tension promptly disappears. The film gets boring. The end loses its logic despite the apparent resolution.
Shame. So nearly, nearly one of the great movies of the last few years. There’s a lot in the film to recommend it – it borrows from other films around (the influences of Batman, the Matrix, Dark City, Blade Runner, Del Toro, etc, are clear) but it’s smart enough to borrow good things rather than bad. So, although it’s imperfect, it’s definitely worth a watch. 7.5/10