Sid & Nancy

viewer discretion is advised since the film as a whole is very triggering especially some very graphic scenes. over all i liked the film although i thought Nancy's character in the film is a caricature of her worst traits and contained little respect for her as a person. what confused me most about the film is how abruptly it ended, to me it felt like a joke to sit through the film and one of the biggest parts of the story ( Sid's death ) wasn't in it. the viewer was thrown an end card that simply told us what happened in big red letters, honestly it felt like a messy ending because they simply couldn't be bothered to finish filming the movie. i thought the film was fine but the ending made me so mad i had to come and wright a review - worth watching just for the draw dropping ending (jaw dropping because i cant believe they got away with ending the film so badly)

This movie absolutely disgustingly ridiculous. There was absolutely no depth to it. Can't even understand half of what is being said. How the h*ll does anyone know what these dumbsh*ts went through and did if they are both dead? And along with that this band absolutely was a disgrace. What the eff are they even rocking about? All their songs sound as though they just had mental issues that went severely untreated. 0 out of 100 maybe even negative 100 out of ten

It's not a bad film, but I found it kind of irritating and exasperating most of the time, because of the characters' traits

a film about a none event with fake people in a semi pseudo punk band made for television, like the Monkees were in the 1960s, What could go wrong, the sound for one, it is all over the place, too low or too high, poor sound on any film destroys the experience and as this is a musical it totally ruins it, keep the controller in your hand as you will need it, as for plot, well that was scripted a long time back by Mclaren when it was "acted" out for the newspapers and TV news, no internet in 1977, but the film does catch the atmosphere of the day well, very well actually, the anarachaic useless why bother the world is coming to end soon any way feeling many teenagers from the council estates had then, no jobs, no money, no future, no fun, lying on a strangers bathroom floor puking your guts out after a heroin rush wasn't alien to many people then, drugs were strong, music was strong, people were strong, they had to be to survive, if you are to young to have been 17 in 77 this film explains the era well, it was a no holds barred attitude, no posing, no faking it, no designer labels, no sports wear, clothes from oxfam, squatting was common and many lived in B&Bs, the film is a good pictorial vision of the time, forget the acting its crap, forget the story, its fairy story anyway but look at what london and all the major cities were like during 1977, detyopian wastelands full of zombie drug addicts dressed in rags listing to the new punk music loud, I score it 75% would have been more if the sound and acting had been up to scratch, the fact I was there kind of makes any film about it a waste of time,a film is acting 1977 wasn't acting it was real life,

A biopic that seems to be made by people who dont actually like the people its depicting. This movie is just scene after scene of people buying and taking heroin, which considering the film clocks in around 2 hours becomes very boring and anoying. There a good performance by Garry Oldman and some fantastic cinematography by Rodger Deakins but thats not enough to hold up drery depiction of the 1970s music scene that has contempt for its own charactors. No talk of the imact the sex pistols had, it tries and fails to show how they're even a product of the world around them and if it didnt show you the outcome of the "story" at the begining this film would feel like it was going absolutly knowere.

This is a mess, but not just a rock biopic, because fine performance by the two leads, they are almost unrecognisable. Now it's a good documentation of the age that was filmed in mid 80s. Still watchable. Yes they were not musicians nor artists. Ironic to hear disco music with kinds in the end.

"Sid and Nancy" is the dark depiction of the short but destructive coming together of Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen. Sid, bass player with The Sex Pistols, was the pin up of the 1970's punk era. Highly influential and cited as the group that changed British music forever, The sex pistols burst onto the music scene in a whirlwind of drugs, destruction and an underground sound that took rock music to a new dimension. Unfortunately after one album, only a handful of hit singles and during a very controversial U.S. tour the band broke up. Nancy, a known punk groupie, topless dancer and drug user/ dealer introduced Sid to Heroin prior to the Pistols break up and became Sid's girlfriend throughout the meteoric rise and fall of the band.  The relationship between Sid & Nancy is explored in all its dark, morbid, glory especially during Sid's attempt at a solo career. Gary Oldman is exceptional as the Heroin addicted star and is totally believable as Sid Vicious. This is a very enjoyable and addictive movie that after its gory conclusion has the audience wanting to discover the music and understand more about Sid and The Sex Pistols.

Gary Oldham and Chloe Webb are amazing as Sid Vicious & Nancy Spungeon. The acting, directing, photography, musical score are top-notch. The movie glosses over the horrific animal abuse committed by Sid, the prostitution & other repellent activities that Nancy indulged in and makes you shudder at their inevitable fate. I wish the writers had explored the reason Ann Beverley administered that fatal overdose, at the party, celebrating Sid's getting out on bond. She claimed later that by killing Sid, she was "saving him from a worse fate than death," which was hideous, hell-ish Rikers, where Sid had been violently, repeatedly raped and beaten for weeks, after being arrested for Nancy's murder. Nancy was probably killed by "Rockets Redglare," or one of the other many drug dealers, who knew that Sid had a huge stash of money tossed in a drawer in that seedy hotel room. A very sad but great movie.

Chloe as "Nancy" is beautiful. Show stopper for sure! I can only think of a handful of movie characters that I have personally wanted to see meet an untimely fate. Nancy is at the top of that list

Nearly fifty years ago, the first wave of British punk found its star-crossed lovers in Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen. A pair of vacant-eyed kids who made a lot of noise, flaunted their disdain for the establishment, burnt the candle at both ends and rapidly poisoned each other. This dramatization recounts the entirety of their turbulent, fleeting love affair while only occasionally stopping to notice the burgeoning international scene that sprouted around their bodies. Nobody involved in this production seems to like the end result. I don't blame them. Johnny Rotten calls it a wildly inaccurate "Peter Pan fantasy." Gary Oldman is embarrassed by the starring role, his very first. Director Alex Cox freely admits his disdain for the real-life figures behind the story, labeling them sellouts and idiots. He does their cinematic counterparts no added favors. These doomed punk rock flare-outs don't grow or evolve, they just wallow and regress. Whether it's Johnny's nihilistic lifestyle choices or Nancy's possessive manipulations, big dumb Sid is wielded like a weapon, pointed at a target and fired in the name of personal gain. With very little agency of his own, he flies as true as that metaphorical bullet. His Sex Pistols bandmates want to stomp dents in expensive cars? He'll lace up the steel-toed boots. His girl likes to experiment with drugs? Now he's an overnight junkie. When they're clean enough to see through the fog (very infrequently), the couple does express regret at this vicious cycle and their mutual inability to break it, but those realizations are scarcely a flash of clarity between glazed highs. The film follows that same repetitive, destructive pattern. It gives us hints of something more, but never manages to break free of its weird, punishing, voyeuristic urges. As Sid and Nancy circle the toilet bowl of hopeless addiction, we watch them give up. They quit on everything: the music, their friends, the world, each other... and then it's over, and we're left to wonder if it actually meant anything at all. It's a numb, soulless series of flat observations, a whole mess of sound and fury that ultimately signifies nothing. Even the music has no spirit, with the most blistering cuts from Never Mind the Bollocks neutered by bland recreations and fake-showy stage performances. Anarchy in the UK it's not. Sid and Nancy feels more like a submission.