Harry Brown sees Caine back on his old stomping ground. Will Connery and co follow his lead?
The Old Crowd is showing its age these days. When you see Michael Caine ridding his working-class estate of nasty little asbo 'orrors in Harry Brown, shuffling around in his granddad shoes and his woolly pully, always short of puff after delivering a dose of Bronsonian vengeance to some lairy teenage git, and generally looking fairly ancient and doddery throughout, you can't help inwardly flashing back down through aeons of postwar English movie history to the bright young gamecock of Zulu, The Ipcress File and Alfie. Harry Brown seems like a bit of a comedown in contrast, what with its Daily Mail paranoia and its Winnerish proximity to other recent nasty avengers' tragicomedies such as Paparazzi and Death Sentence.
For all that, though, Caine does something here that I wish other superstar actors of his vintage would try more often: he comes home, right back to his roots. Caine has done this before, perhaps because his East End origins form the central pillar of his pe