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UK 1998
Reviewed by Andy Richards
Our synopses give away the plot in full, including surprise twists.
London's East End, the present. Virgil Guppy buys a Jaguar from car dealers David Leer and his son Buddy. Soon after, the car's engine explodes. Virgil wins damages against the Leers who go into hiding to avoid the bailiffs. The police then find a murdered prostitute in the car's boot. The evidence points to Virgil who is arrested. Virgil is convinced that David Leer has framed him. Released on bail, he loses his job, while his girlfriend Fiona leaves him for his charismatic friend Alex.
Virgil is knocked down by a stolen car driven by Tiffany Shades, who takes him home and tends to him. Tiffany has an incurable illness and is making a nest egg for her 10-year-old son Dolittle. Virgil helps Tiffany steal a car which, it turns out, the Leers have just bought. After David Leer is shot dead by an unseen assailant, Buddy Leer tracks down Virgil, whom he believes is his father's killer. Virgil pleads his innocence and Buddy gives him two days to clear his name. Virgil and Tiffany, who have become lovers, locate the Jaguar's original owner, but she is murdered before Virgil can speak to her. Virgil recognises a lighter left by the murderer as Alex's. Confronting Alex with a gun, Virgil can't bring himself to shoot him. Virgil flees, stealing Alex's car as he goes.
Tiffany dies, and Virgil shoots her corpse with Alex's gun before hiding her body in the back of Alex's car. The police discover the body and Alex is arrested. Released on bail, Alex has a final showdown with Virgil in a scrapyard. Struggling together, Virgil and Alex are run over by a truck. Virgil later recovers in hospital.
While both the UK broadcasters and the Arts Council - which administers lottery funds - have backed a fair number of misfires in the last few years, there is, at least, a sense that greenlighted scripts have to undergo some critical scrutiny before production gets under way. The impression you have watching debut director Gareth Rhys Jones' car-thriller Bodywork, which was financed from private investment, is that his script would have benefited substantially from a major overhaul and a brand new engine. As it is, the movie makes a series of misjudgements so damaging it's a virtual write-off.
As a whodunit - the plot hinges on Virgil's attempts to discover who framed him for a murder - Bodywork is a manifest failure. The villain of the piece is immediately apparent, and Jones' attempt to throw the viewer off the scent (dodgy car dealer David Leer's pledge that he will send someone to "take care of" Virgil, to whom he sold a Jaguar) hinges on a clumsy sleight of hand. Hans Matheson as Virgil passes muster as a Hitchcockian innocent on the run, but he can't support the script's hints about his character's darker side. Yet Virgil's yuppie aspirations and and his girlfriend Fiona's fickle corruptibility (crassly signalled by the VD she contracts from Virgil's friend Alex) hardly endear them to us. As a foil to Fiona's shallow passivity, we get wacky car thief Tiffany Shades, a mawkish creation enveloped in the worst kind of clichéd romanticism.
If the film is too lightweight to work as a psychological thriller, its flashes of broad comedy (an elderly court witness has trousers pulled up to his chest) and witty character turns (Oxo mum Lynda Bellingham as a dignified prostitute) sit uneasily with its more distasteful elements. The film's most memorable scene is also its biggest miscalculation: the grotesquely violent murder of a witness who dies by having a pair of cotton-wool swabs banged through her ears, the soundtrack suddenly cutting off with a sickening pop. In another context, this scene might have been praised for its inventiveness; here, it is so gratuitous as almost to beggar belief. Fitting then, perhaps, that Bodywork's finale should take place in a scrapyard.