"Once you've taken a few punches and realized you're not made of glass, you don't feel alive unless you're pushing yourself as far as you can go." - Green Street Hooligans
In celebration of having my cable TV signal cut off, I'm watching this movie for like the third time in a week while editing my previous post. Sloppy narrative, mate... And I'm talking 'bout me own post here; Lexi Alexander did a decent job as far as the movie is concerned.
If you dig chick flicks, you might want to skip this one. But if you're more on the angrier side of life (I know I am) or if you like a good display of testosterone (I know I do), then go for it.
Green Street Hooligans manages to transmit the same raw energy you might get attending a heavy metal fest if you dared partake in a wall of death. The story has layers and complexity, but evolves simple enough to hit you on a very instinctual level.
Hey, it's late, I got me drink here, and I know exactly what hits me on a very instinctual level right now...
Oi Charlie! I'm Randi.