Richard Jobson he of The Skids, beating people up, and over-emphasising every single syllable as a presenter on VH-1 makes his directorial debut with 16 Years of Alcohol, in which the only thing more troubled than the lead character is the film itself. This tale of sort-of-redemption in urban Scotland is almost unbearably maudlin, but thats the least of its problems.
It stars Kevin McKidd as Frankie Mac, a man who, during the process of receiving a right old kicking, looks back upon his life a life which, quite frankly, is rubbish. He starts out as a starry-eyed youngster (played by the dark-haired Iain De Caestecker) but, having had the stuffing knocked out of him by a glimpse of his dads philandering, grows into a boozy, violent and most confusingly of all ginger individual. It looks like hope is on the horizon, though, when new girlfriend Helen (Laura Fraser) gets her claws into him. He decides to stop drinking and, far more significantly, to stop being such a complete and utter arse but the past, it would seem, isnt so easy to escape.
McKidds performance here is superb, but unfortunately Jobsons self-penned screenplay is deeply flawed, and as a result the character is a tough one to buy into. Frankie goes on rambling, profound and poetic speeches that a bloke of his ilk would just NEVER make in a million years, never mind 16. Whats more, Jobbys pretentious style of direction constantly threatens to turn the whole thing into a complete write-off a real shame when you consider just how high the standard of acting is from McKidd and Fraser (seriously, why hasnt she made it big yet?).
One thing Jobson does know, though, is his music, and its little surprise that the soundtrack is one of the best things about the film. Featuring perfectly-chosen tracks from the likes of the Velvet Underground, Roxy Music, Iggy Pop and of course The Skids, its at least a feast for the ears, if not the eyes.