Eaten by Lions

Eaten by Lions, 2018. Fun film, about two siblings (half siblings who share the same mum) with different dads. Following the death of their gran who brought the boys up, they seek out Omar's Dad who they find in some of their gran's letter lives in Blackpool.

Featuring , Jack Carrol, now of Coronation Street and written by David Isaac, Corrie writer, there is a lot for Corrie fans to enjoy. Throw in. Brit TV regulars, Johnny Vegas, Vickie Pepperdine, Kevin Eldon, Nitin Ganatra and best of all Tom Binns has a terrible fortune teller on Blackpool prom.

Think East is East with its mix of Asian and English culture mix, with it's feelgood storyline.

If you've been to Blackpool you'll recognise a lot of its settings, along with its more affluent neighbour Lytham St Anne's.

A lovely Sunday afternoon kind of film 7/10.

A movie you'd expect to be shown on BBC Three. I ventured out of town to see this as it wasn't showing at my local cinema. Good turn out at the screening. I found it funny as did the audience. We all had a good laugh. Recommended

Eaten by Lions tries too hard to be a northern feel good low budget farcical comedy.

When their parents were eaten by lions on a trip to Africa. Half brothers Omar (Antonio Aakeel) and Pete (Jack Carroll) were raised by their grandmother. After it was made clear the boys aunt did not want the asian Omar, but the disabled Pete would be reluctantly taken in as he was white.

Now teenagers the boys are on the verge of being split up again after the death of their grandmother. The aunt makes it clear that Omar is not welcome.

They leave Bradford and head to Blackpool to find Omar's real father. Only to find that dad Irfan (Asim Chaudhry) is a man child himself.

Omar tries to fit in with Irfan's extended family. Pete tries to fight off the advances of Irfan's mute relative.

There is a little bit of everything from other movies here. Steve Martin's The Jerk to the Schwarzenegger and Devito comedy vehicle Twins. The flirty relative was straight out of My Beautiful Launderette. The horrid aunt might as well be the Dursleys from Harry Potter.

Populated by eccentric characters, Johnny Vegas playing the slightly lewd Uncle Ray (another variant of Uncle Monty from Withnail and I.) It tried to be funny but rarely made me laugh.

It was a scattergun script, when the movie would had been better to let have fewer characters and let them develop.

Although a low budget film, the Blackpool scenes were well photographed.

The film isn't perfect and has a slight feel of cheap TV movie but the gags are written well most I've laughed at a film in quite some time and is mostly well written. The storyline gets by and great cameos by Johnny Vegas and others hold it together. Overall an enjoyable film even if it didn't feel slightly tacky and jumpy storyline wise at times.

What do you do if your short film hits a nerve and takes off? Well, go turn it into a full feature film , best with as many of the lead actors as you can. That, in a way, is the DNA of Eaten by Lions. Has director Jason Wingard, who also co-wrote the script, bitten off a bit more than he can chew in taking this leap? That would be too facile a verdict to cast, and only possible if you approached his creation with any other than a taste for daringly independent film making.

But it's worth sticking with this film and its cast, a good few of them growing into it from the short. Technical set pieces, paying homage to static frames and canvasses. A selection of pastiches riffing on second and third generation British Indian culture and its in-jokes and contradictions. Half-brotherly love, shaped by a dynamic also rooted in an implicit reflection on and of disability. Racism, cutting both ways, playfully mocked throughout.

But ultimately, a coming of age story where opposites meet, then mesh, difference is overcome, prejudice cast away, culminating in a wild house party and its sober aftermath, none of which intended at all to resemble an even marginally plausible unfolding of events.

Eaten by Lions ultimately therefore turns into an homage to transgression, muted to remain within the bounds of tolerance of the common viewer's taste buds.