How funny, how fickle is fashion? If you had asked me six months ago the era I was most likely to be channeling at the moment, my answer would have been: 90s baby. But seasons come and go, a couple of issues of Porter magazine cross your mantle, you see a pretty Chloe bag, and, lo and behold, you're dreaming of a white Corvette, bronzer for days and big gold hoop earrings. In my defence, it's not totally out of character for me. I've always had a soft spot for jeans and tee-shirts. Joan Didion is my icon (style and otherwise). Supposedly we live in a post-trend universe, so maybe I'm not so fashion-fickle after all? Maybe I'm just choosing something new to love. Or maybe I just really wanna wear flares and a whole lot of turtlenecks.
The Bank Job is such an underrated piece of cinema. It's one of those true stories that defy belief: a group of thugs-for-hire from East London (where else?) crack into a bank vault only to discover that the riches they were expecting also included compromising pictures of Princess Margaret cavorting naked in the Caribbean, a set of diaries detailing secret bribery payments to the police, the entire safety net stash of a sleazy brothel owner's covert taping of his most high-profile customers and, somewhat bizarrely, an activist who goes by the name of Michael X (ahem). How much of it is true is unknown. But yes, a bank vault was hit in the '70s by a gang who tunneled underneath from a nearby shop, and yes, the contents of that vault (and the men who stole them) were never discovered. To top it all off, the whole thing was masterminded (in the film) by the British government. Talk about a Macguffin of the highest order.
Martine Love (what a name) is played by Saffron Burrows, who my mum hates for some reason (whenever we watch Circle of Friends and Nan comes on the screen my mum says "I hate Saffron Burrows, I really do!"). But she's actually great at this: a statuesque beauty who uses her good looks to manipulate the men in her life. She wears a wardrobe of perfect '70s gear - camel turtlenecks, kaftans and golden sandals, a-line linen skirts with a double breasted jacket, heavy gold chains at her neck - and rocks the smokey eye and the tousled hair like no other. She looks great. This films looks great. It's sort of sepia-toned like an old photograph It's slick and sharp, built like a racecar: this baby corners like it's on rails. And it's sexy. How could it not be, with Jason Statham - oozing charisma, giving a bit of heart (as well as brawn) as a family man trying to do right by his kids - at the head of an ensemble cast that also includes Hercule Poirot (!!!!!) and Stephen Campbell Moore, who I have always loved. He plays a sort of David Bailey character, a non-bank robber caught up in a bank robbery. I could talk about this film for hours, so watch it and we can, and then lets chat about how damn good Saffron Burrows looks in liberty print shirts and palazzo trousers.