- Culture
- 29 Mar 01
The Full Monty's inexplicably gigantic success was a nice enough story when it happened, but it got way out of hand, and we might have to live with the consequences for some time to come.
The Full Monty's inexplicably gigantic success was a nice enough story when it happened, but it got way out of hand, and we might have to live with the consequences for some time to come. I suspect that Swing will be merely the first of a barrage of lazy Full Monty-meets-The Commitments rewrites, with disturbing numbers of British film-makers coming to the conclusion that all a film needs to storm world box-offices is to set itself Oop North and base itself around a gang of down-at-heel layabouts triumphing over adversity via the stage.
Swing strives desperately to attain a feelgood, uplifting, heartwarming tone, but falls flat on its face at an early stage, mainly as a result of its unforgivably pedestrian and predictable narrative. While Monty was undeniably funny and instantly engaging, Swing suffers from a total absence of magic, and there are astoundingly few laughs to be found over the course of what was presumably meant to be a comedy.
Set in Liverpool, and pandering to just about every stereotype popularly associated with the city, Swing relates the rags-to-riches tale of a few Scouser scallies who form a swing band (really) in order to overcome their various deprivations. The rest is straight out of the genre textbook, with a lack of imagination that borders on the depressing.
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The appearance of such thespian giants as Paul Usher (Brookie's Barry Grant) only adds to the cheapo made-for-TV flavour of the whole thing, and the Scouser stereotyping comes across as patronising rather than genuinely fond. The music itself is also accorded way too much running time: just how desperately does the world need to hear a third-division Liverpool brass band playing straight Xerox retreads of It Ain't What You Do, Mack The Knife and the like? Stansfield's vocals reprise the songs competently but a shade too faithfully: had the material been approached with less reverence, it might have sounded a good deal fresher.
Whether one approaches Swing as a comedy, a musical or a drama, it doesn't really work on any of the intended levels. I dearly hope it's the last film of its kind for some time.