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One of my all time favorites.

Highly Overrated But Still Good

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

It's a feast for the eyes. But what really makes this dramedy work is the acting.

This movie is nothing more than eye and ear candy, and that is if you're into hipster aesthetics. In fact, the characters are to hipsters as Marley's ghost was to Scrooge. They serve as a warning that it is possible to be gorgeous, to surround oneself exclusively with gorgeous people, prance around drunkenly with said gorgeous people in the most eclectic clothing and in the hippest clubs of one of the most exciting cities in the world, and yet be utterly and intolerably BORING. Shallowness and self-absorption are forgivable, and so is the seriousness with which the characters took themselves and their thoughts on whether bubbles or planets serve as better analogies for relationships, which they genuinely seemed to believe were profound and original. The complete lack of humour, however, left me so bored that I was forced to make up for it by poking fun at the characters, and ultimately at the hipster subculture as a whole. This movie could have redeemed itself by providing some insight into why its characters are as vapid as they are, why they find the need to regress into the mental state of five year olds. Obviously it didn't.

Alexis dos Santos' film 'Unmade Beds' is actually really skillfully well made; a pity, then that's it's so damn annoying. It's a tale of impossible beautiful young people living without any visible means of support in a warehouse in Hoxton, smoking lots of cigarettes to an achingly hip soundtrack, and generally getting entangled in each others lives (and bodies). It's also the sort of film where the characters look perpetually soulful and think lots of supposedly deep thoughts. Of course, one thing a film can do is idealise reality, and many of the best movies eventually end with sentimental payoffs; but this film is rife with unearned epiphanies, the whole film is a mood piece with no supporting substance. The poignancy is sham; dos Santos ultimately has nothing to say, although, as he says it rather well, there is hope he might produce something self-indulgent in future.

This movie is the video to the soundtrack of (popular) alternative indie culture. If you compare it to movies like "Juno", this one is brilliant, has character development and plot as well... One might say its a pretentious, poor of a plot, depiction of what wannabe hipsters wanna experience in London - but you could also interpret it as an ulyssian (Joyce) depiction of how is life for house squatters, while the rest of the world is trying to make money.Only watch it if you like indie music, enjoy thinking back of getting drunk with your flatmates and or like rather descriptive love will win in the end movies!

Unmade Beds is an evocative capture of transient post-student / early twenty-something life in a borderless European Economic Community. It has endearing main characters and plenty of nice quirky touches – only when you're 22 could you start a relationship with someone without knowing their name or phone number. One suggests the next time to meet, the other the place – though I'm not quite sure where the money came from to finance the various (admittedly salubrious) hotel rooms.Some of the plotting felt very original – such as the two leads unwittingly swopping jackets and mattresses before they finally meet. The 'lost father/son' sub-plot was weaker though - Axl shows a confidence in his interactions with his 'Is-he-or-isn't-he?' dad that seems out of kilter with the more passive and subservient way he relates to his peers. That said, I thought the denouement of the relationship in question was nicely handled at the end.The film is more of a study of the ebb and flow of casual encounters than it any kind of particularly satisfying story. By and large, it manages to avoid the more obvious clichés that come with the territory, although the occasional one slipped through the net. For example, the Romantic Away-Day Train-Trip cliché, "let's just jump on any train and see where it goes." Why do they never end up in somewhere really dull and godforsaken, like Bromley? (and if that leaves you thinking "why Bromley?", just ask any AFC Wimbledon fan).I wondered if it said something slightly vapid about the nature of a current hedonistic, nihilistic and experimental androgynous youth - and then thought that perhaps that said more about my middle aged, overly-exaggerated and sentimental memories of the importance of animal rights demonstrations in the mid-eighties. It probably does.Overall, a winningly-sweet smile...and a little bit chaotic...and rambling...and all over the place 6/10.