There was not much on this afternoon with nothing worth watching on my hundreds of TV channels. It was looking like I was in for a boring time when I remembered I recorded a film the other night for no other reason than it was British.
So what did pressing the record button get me? An interesting film.
In 1975 London, Dr Robert Laing (Tom Hiddleston) is a young doctor seduced by the lifestyle in a high-rise, created by Anthony Royal (Jeremy Irons) as an isolated community cut off from the rest of society. The top floors is resided by rich members of the community the lower levels poorer residents who suffer constant problems with the infrastructure.
Laing meets many of the high-rise's residents and soon realises that normality is not something easy to find on any of the floors. One of the
residents, Richard Wilder (Luke Evans), who works as a documentary filmmaker, takes it upon himself to expose the class injustices that come as a way of life in the high-rise, causing a dangerous social situation to arise, and social groups breaking up into violent tribes.
As we head towards hedonism, one-upmanship, sex fuelled violence descent into madness is too rapid as Laing suddenly starts to paint his room and himself. The High-rise has its own shopping market, its own gym and own swimming pool for instance, ostensibly open to anyone, but a privilege that can be taken away without warning.
Yet we see the character’s several times going to work outside of the apartments. We also see a policeman come to visit. So the outside world does in fact exist, but for unexplained reasons the characters are unable to leave. Why would anyone stay in this madhouse?
In the end I am not sure I like the film or not but I was entertained.
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