Bank of Dave

I pondered for quite some time between giving this film two or three stars, and because I'm feeling rather generous today, I settled on the latter. It didn't strike me as exceptional; it was quite undemanding. While I understand and support the arguments against banking corporations, I'm growing weary of the pervasive left-leaning themes. And I'm certainly not a wealthy individual. I couldn't pinpoint the exact location of Burnley in Britain, but it's evidently well-known worldwide given its demographic composition. Personally, I believe I would have enjoyed the film much more if it had focused only on the real events. David Fishwick, in my opinion, is an intriguing figure even without the embellished romance and the triumph of good over evil. The British have a peculiar way of crafting these types of films; they introduce an engaging narrative that draws you in, only to inundate you with unnecessary elements. Perhaps there was an excessive amount of karaoke for my taste, and I found myself genuinely repulsed during the cheering and speech in front of Deaf Leopard. Nonetheless, it was worth watching at least once, and I did get to know an intriguing person. / Lesson learned: If a lawyer spends the night at your place, make sure you conduct a thorough inventory before letting them leave in the morning. (04.11.2023)