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9 Songs (2004)
9 Songs, no sense
One day in my teenage years my mate came round holding a video tape. He told me it was American Werewolf In London. However upon viewing it I realised he had been slightly economical with the truth, he had in fact got his grubby paws on a soft porn flick called Swedish Sex Clinic. I remember my young innocent jaw dropping at the sights that were meeting my eyes. As I watched '9 Songs' my old not so innocent jaw dropped in a similar fashion, though in this case it was in sheer confusion. What is this film meant to be, what does it think it is, soft porn? National Geographic?? Concert film?? It tries to be all three in quick succession and fails on all levels. If this is groundbreaking British cinema then I pity the state of British cinema. Sure you might see a wee clip of your fave band, you might learn a wee bit about frozen wastelands, you might even get mildly titillated by the naughty bits, but all in all you'd be better to hire a concert film, a National Geographic film, and if you're in the mood for something slightly racy I could always ask my mate if he still has that video tape!