33. X: Night Of Vengeance

One truth of watching the movies which I've not yet addressed much is that how much they are enjoyed can be down to what mood the viewer is in.
Tonight, I think I am in danger of overrating X: Night Of Vengeance because of being on a high following the publication online of a Daily Mail article about everyfilm.
A combination of writer Vincent Graff describing me as trim (not since 1980 could that have been said) , the dozens of tweets and texts I've received or the fact that the blog stats have zoomed up have had me dancing on the ceiling.
I forgot that in the same article Mrs W was described as youthful and having pretty blonde hair so we could have been watching George W Bush sitting on the bog for 90 minutes and probably liked it.
Well, maybe not.
But, suffice to say, we were surprised at how much we were entertained by Jon Hewitt's film which we took in on Virgin Movies On Demand because it is being shown there simultaneously to its cinema release.
For a minute we thought we were watching Shame because in the first few seconds a todger of considerable proportions was suddenly filling the screen.
But bad news, ladies, from then on all the nudity (and there is plenty of it) is provided by the ladies.
This time, though, it is associated with a breathless storyline which not only examines the seedier side of Sydney but also has a sequence of reasonably thrilling chase scenes.
The film surrounds an established high class hooker (Viva Bianca) and a 17-year-old (Hanna Mangan Lawrence) who has just arrived in the big city with the idea of making some fast cash by selling herself.
We see both meeting violence and desperation at opposite ends of the call girl spectrum before their paths cross.
After teaming up, even worse luck befalls them before they find a way of fighting back.
To say more would be giving the game away but there is considerable violence, including some against women which made me wince.
But, knowing the horrendous life that prostitutes have, I couldn't help feeling it was in context.
X is tight. And little time is wasted during it's 86 minutes. It's meant to be a thriller and we thought it thrilled. But we are in a good mood!
Laughs: None
Jumps: I thought Mrs W was about to have a heart attack at one point.
Vomit: Yep. At the side of the street. Really!
Nudity: Lots from minute one.
Rating: 7/10. Much better than we had expected.