It is well to be wary of anything "critically acclaimed", as critics can be pretentious and irresponsible like certain architects whose motivation is apparently to impress one another, more than to consider those who must live and work in their creations, or see them every day.
"London Road", I'm glad to say as a self-styled non-critic (pretentious—moi?) is simply lovely. This is England as it is, guaranteed genuine. It's set entirely in one actual road and the script is taken entirely from recorded interviews with residents of that road, or visitors to it, after a series of murders which took place there. We learn what they actually said, some perhaps mindful as to how others might judge them, others completely outspoken as to their sympathies or lack of same. When there is a murderer in your midst, at large, unidentified and for all you know, about to strike again, how do you respond? Some are fearful. Some cannot sleep at night, even after a suspect has been detained. Some younger ones are excited, playing the game of "look at him—could he be the one?"
What brings it to totally unexpected life is putting the recorded words into the mouths of a perfectly-chosen professional cas; and setting those words to music, letting them be repeated back and forth and chorused too, not quite with synchronized dancing but something lyrically perfect, which seduces us into the quiet grace of an undistinguished street, in which everyone is brought together by a shared trauma, as never before—except in the Blitz, but none of them is old enough to remember that.
Then there is a transformation, which lifts us beyond the Blitz and its slow rebuilding and relief as the War ended; beyond the celebratory street party. The residents pull together and beautify their street as never before. They turn shame into pride. This film has embodied that pride and must surely amplify it, being a very fine film indeed.
This film is based on true events, but it also based on a musical. And the dialogue is based on actual interviews. A thriller it is not. I made it until the end, because I was tired and had nothing better to do, and in the hope it might get better. It didn't.
Actors who can't sing or dance are given the chance to try a sort of sing/talking where the tune is just audible. The dancing is also a bit more like walking quickly with a skip. All this jollity is the background to a plot about how a rape affects a small community. It was the worst load of filming I have seen for a while. I got it because Olivia Coleman and Tom Hardy are named. How my opinion of them has dropped.