It's a low budget Brit serial killer film. Err, that's it...
Except that's not 'it' at all - this film is very impressive indeed and just shows what can be achieved by talented actors, director and photographer working within a very limited budget, reputedly £40k. Yes, it's short (70+ minutes) but it crams in so much humanity (can one say that about a killer?) and the run-down areas he frequents that in a strange way is quite moving. The tagline 'London serial killer' has been added to latch on to the 'horror' market, but it's not really a horror film, rather a character study of a disturbed, sociopathic loner.
I had recently seen 'Hyena' (which I can also recommend) made by director Gerard Johnson and with Peter Ferdinando and looked for other films with the same team, and found 'Tony'. Peter Ferdinando is very convincing in the lead role as Tony Benson, a rather pathetic lonely man, living alone in a barely-decorated flat in a run down tower block. His only interest seems to be watching old 1980s 'action' films on videotape (Chuck Norris, Steven Seagal, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jean-Claude Van Damme etc). He has no friends, no family (some unspecified abuse is hinted at) and is unable to interact with people, reduced to approaching strangers and striking up random conversations. He wanders the run-down streets of Dalston / Hackney / Poplar carrying blue plastic bags - which, it turns out, contain assorted body parts that he is dumping in the river. Because when he takes a dislike to someone he kills them and cuts them up, leading to a few grisly scenes. The victims are strangers who he has invited (or in the case of a TV licence inspector, entered) his lonely flat - and his lonely life, then offended him. And in a grim reference to the Dennis Nilsen case, when the bad smell in the flat is commented on, tells them that it's 'the drains'.
Tony lives alone, wanders the streets alone (there's lots of walking - although quite why he has to pass Kings Cross from Dalston to get to his flat escapes me...), drinks in pubs alone, goes to a gay pub (the now-closed 'Joiners Arms' in Hackney Road) alone, goes to a prostitute and asks for a cuddle. It's a bleak, lonely life, and leaving aside the 'killer' bits, could well be taken as a social commentary on certain aspects of London life.
The acting throughout is really good, but other than Peter Ferdinando the only 'name' actor to appear is Neil Maskell, who has a small part as a Jobcentre employee.
It's not a film to watch with your granny, there's lots of f-ing and blinding and the aforementioned grisly bits. But I rather liked it - 4/5 stars.
[Aside: the feature length film is derived from an earlier short, which is included on the disc]
No dialogue or camerawork is wasted in this little gem. The great Peter Ferdinando is the pick, and is ably supported by a good cast. The soft underbelly of the capital is well-portrayed.
A deeply unsettling and disturbing film about the way outsiders and loners, especially those with mental health problems, exist in the world today. The very low budget actually really helps the film’s look and atmosphere, whether in the grimy shots of Tony walking around London or the scenes inside his flat.
Where the film also works well is in how the violence is shown and acted. The scenes bristle with menace and the actual violence itself is extremely unpleasant, restrained and emphatically not gratuitous, which only adds to the heft.
Peter Ferdinando, who has an incredible and chameleonic ability to transform completely into these different characters, gives a very good performance and the film would fail without him.
I did feel that at points the film seemed to meander and get lost, and it's just over 90 minutes runtime was stretching the story just that little bit too much. But this is a solid and impactful film and shows how great micro-budget British films can be.