The story of Britain’s most infamous prisoner is awkwardly & poetically depicted by Nicolas Refn’s film Bronson. When I first heard the synopsis, I thought it would be another pseudo-documentary type film with the usual ‘based on a true story’ message, of course not necessarily sticking to all the facts. Although I was partially correct in my assumption, (”based on true events”), the movie blew me away with its artistic take on the weird life and unique personality of Charlie Bronson.
If I told you that the phrase of choice for the main character (Sorry, Prof. Andersen) was “f***ing c**t”, that Bronson is commonly nude and extremely violent, or that in one particular scene a loony man takes a dump in his hand and proceeds to use the excrement as face paint, maybe you wouldn’t want to see it. You might even think I’m freakish for liking it! But honestly, in my opinion, it was a great piece of performance art.