A Night Like This

I’ll come right to the point about this one: “A Night Like This” is, without a doubt, one of the worst films I have seen in quite some time. Director Liam Calvert’s debut feature follows an overnight tour of London when two lost, discouraged twentysomethings – a gay out-of-work actor (Jack Brett Anderson) and a wealthy but bumbling, sexually ambiguous entrepreneur with big plans that never seem to materialize (Alexander Lincoln) – have a chance (though, for all practical purposes, seemingly implausible) encounter in a corner pub. Their ill-conceived, difficult-to-fathom meeting inexplicably…

It’s Christmas time and “Lukas” (Jack Brett Anderson) is having a quiet pint on his own when a guitar-wielding gent approaches the bar and tries to blag a drink. He’s given short shrift by the barman so he just pinches his own pint and disappears. This just sends the already dejected “Lukas” onto the bus home where he, again, encounters his wandering minstrel. He’s called “Oliver” (Alexander Lincoln) and isn’t anywhere near as broke as he’d pretended. Keen to make amends, he suggests they go for an an an apology beer. “Lukas”, forewarning that he is gay, reluctantly agrees and this sets in…