This cringe-worthy gathering, in the mould of 'Abigail's Party', makes one wonder why we bother inviting others to celebrate our achievements. Scott Thomas ....whose character's recent political success is the purpose of the 'celebration', spends all her time ministering to the needs of pretty much every one else...making the food, making the 'conversation', answering the phone, the door etc whilst husband Bill (Spall), mopes in his chair pondering f... knows what while all the guests argue amongst themselves about their own particular s..t. Xst, its enough to want to shoot them all...yet we are left with only the impression that the absent female guest is to receive this fate. Here we meet middle class angst and separation from reality...what illness exactly does Bill have? We never find out yet, we learn that this little crowd share more carnal knowledge of each other than they'd want to own up to. They're all so up their own backsides we really can't feign interest in them. Cillian's nice to look at though.
Review of The Party
