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Marching Powder review – coke-fuelled comedy doesn’t pull its punches

Danny Dyer plays a football thug in the last chance saloon in Nick Love’s stressful but self-mocking film
  
  

Danny Dyer about to throw a punch with five other men around him
‘Hobbies that include beer and punching people’: Danny Dyer in Marching Powder. Photograph: PR

It’s fair to say that the latest film from Nick Love (The Football Factory) won’t be for everyone. But if you’re a paunchy, middle-aged geezer with a wholesale cocaine habit, an aversion to “woke”, and hobbies that include beer and punching people, well, have I got a movie for you!

Danny Dyer stars as Jack, a football thug first and foremost, husband and father a distant second. Jack has six weeks to turn his life around or risk a stint behind bars; meanwhile, his long-suffering wife, Dani (Stephanie Leonidas), is starting to wonder whether life might be easier without her dead weight of a husband. Marching Powder is crass and repetitive, but also affably self-mocking. The scenes of drug-taking, all grinding teeth and jutted jaws, are so jangly and stressful they make Darren Aronofsky’s Requiem for a Dream look like a good time.

  • In UK and Irish cinemas

Watch a trailer for Marching Powder.
 

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