Synopsis
Never judge a book by its cover.
A struggling writer steals poems written by his mute friend to achieve fame and fortune.
A struggling writer steals poems written by his mute friend to achieve fame and fortune.
I quite often find it hard to watch 'in tribute' someone who I admire immediately after hearing of their death. The announcement of Rik Mayall's sudden and untimely passing last week left me truly heartbroken. I had grown up with Rik, thanks to The Young Ones, The New Statesman, The Comic Strip Presents, Filthy Rich and Catflap and Bottom all appearing on TV when I was a child and teenager, their immature slapstick humour appealing to my own immaturity at that time and continuing to have a direct link to my funny bone now in (what semblance of) maturity I have.
One production in Rik's back catalogue that had passed me by was this 1992 US indie feature from Jane…
As a feature length film Little Noises sometimes feels a bit unfinished. Yet it's better moments recall the ramshackle nature of Mike Leigh's often deliberately chaotic early television work, making it a worthwhile oddity for viewers who appreciate strange and distinctive moods. Apparently pieced together with a miniscule budget, it's a jumble of mismatched tones and performances that seemingly belong in different films although it's peculiar, frequently melancholy vibe is well served by a relatively restrained Crispin Glover in a rare leading role. His uncomfortable portrait of a delusional writer lacking talent doesn't look for empathy while still managing to make his aggressively awkward character a pretty believable bundle of behavioral ticks and pitiful self loathing rather than the easy caricature he could have become. Little Noises feels like a black sheep in the world of U.S. indies, which makes it a little brave. Never begging for love, it's unsentimental and bleak.
How did I not know a film existed that featured Crispin Glover opposite Rik Mayall?
It is a bit of a shame that said film feels underdeveloped, choppy and doesn't make the most of either of those stars. This could have been dynamite although both are still fun to watch whenever onscreen, together or apart.
The only way I could get this was the shoddiest recording of it on YouTube…
Oh the things I sit through for you Crispin <3
i was drunk when i watched the first half & hungover when i watched the second so i cant review it properly but i'll just say this: crispin looked great & a lot of things about his character were relatable which made me feel kind of ashamed at times, and i didnt realise how much i missed rik mayall
I'm scared of what I do not understand.
Like a light in the sky called the Moon.
Like this orphanage I live on called the Earth.
Initially seems like a case study in overacting thanks to a few bombastic first scenes where characters scuffle about and shout nonsense, but it gradually proves itself tender of heart, poetical, and - unfortunately - tragic. Crispin Glover plays Joey, an aspiring writer determined to pen the great American novel, but he lacks drive and also possibly talent despite his stated ambition. He ambles about, interacts with friends who variously seem well on their way to realizing their dreams and struggling to achieve even minor goals. The result is deadpan comedy, couched in stagnation…
When Crispin walks down the street in the suit and the slicked back hair….. oh Lord have mercy 💦🥵🤤
This movie is, unfortunately, both terribly made and acted, but that also means it was hilarious to watch—genuinely one of the funniest movies I’ve seen recently, even if it was intended as a serious drama.
I love Crispín Glover, but his acting in this ranges from baffling to just plain bad. Again, it was hilarious to watch—a fun drinking game would be to take a shot every time he makes a fumblingly awkward gesture with his hands, and every time he seems to have genuinely forgotten his lines, but you’d probably get alcohol poisoning less than a third of the way into the movie. He seems to just not know how to end sentences, either, and many of the funniest…
I watched a terrible VHS rip of this off YouTube.
I thought the story was good, but not great.
Crispin is perfectly awkward.
The character Marty is so annoying.
Maybe one day this will get the restoration it deserves. If it does I will definitely give this a second shot.
Quirky early 90's indie stuff. I like Crispin Glover a lot so... yeah. Maybe this movie sucks, but I'd never be able to tell.
actually liked this movie a lot better after i ignored the way crispin talks. it’s actually pretty funny, and he’s a good actor so leave it alone.
also the beret/pink shirt look? iconic.
ALSO RIK MAYALL! the original reason i watched this movie tbh i love him