Sometimes in life you watch a movie and as you partake in this activity, you ask: “Why does this film exist? Why am I watching this?”
And that’s Get Carter (2000), the stinky remake of the fabled classic.
I know folk on the dole who could make a better film, merely by instinct.
I was in Newcastle this week. The city is a bit of a toilet and their football fans quite possibly the most delusional on the planet. I fondly recall Michael Caine’s Jack Carter uttering the immortal line, “Listen, the only reason I came back to this crap house – was to find out who did it. And I’m not leaving until I do.” That’s Newcastle in a sentence.
It has its wee charming attributes, though, as do most post-industrial northern dwellings. It’s Hovis advert territory but with tracksuits. I spent my time here wandering about like a wee numpty in search of locations featured in the movie. I didn’t find any, although I did locate a hostel kitchen that had no sink.
Further reading/viewing:
https://www.movie-locations.com/movies/g/Get-Carter-1971.php
https://www.getcarter.xyz/locations/arriving-in-newcastle/
https://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/former-get-carter-pub-re-opens-8285847
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 