In 1996, Trainspotting the movie burst out of the trap and, before long, a thousand student digs were plastered in ubiquitous orange posters. It's telling Wendy's poster campaign (an iconic-looking line-up of cocky young outlaws) closely mirrors that film's, because the pair have much in common; heaps of style over not a lot of substance. And both, of course, concern youngsters shooting up; literally, in Wendy's case. In a hyper-real mining town Dick (Bell, flat as ballet pumps) forms the Dandies dedicated to their pistols, but equally dedicated to pacifism. Obviously, it can't last. It looks good, sounds good (with the Zombies on the soundtrack), but as satire it's very heavy-handed all too transparently revealing the pen of its screenwriter Lars Von Trier. Cute, but a bit of a misfire.
Review of Dear Wendy
