The fifties and the sixties are long gone, so is James Dean. But the question of doing something useful with your life is still on. As is the british humor. You’ll find both in Gervais/Merchant picture Cemetery Junction. Nevertheless, the action is set in the seventies, the film could be easily be focusing on today. Because there are still small towns and young people with big dreams and a big mess in their minds.
Don’t let the nice and cozy pastel ambiances of the film fool you. Add the sound, and the dark-humored dialogues will set everything in harmony. This is when three fellows come in – one of them is working at the factory and constantly dreaming of getting out, the other is sort of getting there – he starts to work as a door-to-door insurance seller. In this case getting out is not a synonym for a better life – unless the notion of better life includes a rather humiliating and boring job with no prospects or whatsoever but with a pr*ck of a boss. And the third… The third is simply [a] Snork.
Cemetery Junction will not leave you breathless with unseen miracles of cinematography, but it is smart. And has great photography. And… Ralph Fiennes, whose played villain (this time with a bit of irony) particularly enjoys to remind himself of his incredible success. In short, the forte of this picture is, no doubt, the screenplay, which gets a bit farce-like, but still gets you. Plus, good news for ladies – this one is a gentleman picture (though, you wouldn’t want to put it this way, hearing how they are treating granny).