The near 5-hour mini began well with dreamy, boozy overtones enveloping an awakening London The haze descends upon our 2 lovers and the origins of their chance meet, Alistair aiding the woefully hungover and besotted Danny, assembling the pieces from a rant-induced phone toss. Danny at the "I should be living better than this" realization, clouded with the sleazy memories of the night before, begging and pleading for normalcy and love. Alas the sizzled and liquid love eyes cast upon him from the stranger (or so he imagines). Fast forward past the 4 hours of subsequent drama (including Alistair's death, Danny's reconnect with his original sugar daddy played by the puffy Harry Potter demon Jim Broadbent, odd encounters with Danny's parents, laughing including a tracyotimied father, an bizarre rendezvous in a upper-high class private gay men's club, a cheap and gaudy geisha performer, wisdom from the straight and exotic female roommate, Boogie Nights-inspired scene with a gay crack cocaine addicted sadist, etc. etc.) Fast forward to the closing scene with Rampling and Danny driving off into the sunset and cue the laughter.
Review of London Spy
