One out of
five stars
Running time: 84 mins
Depressing, badly-judged, frequently annoying film that desperately wants to
be Billy Elliot and fails miserably.
Gabriel & Me used to be known by the far superior title of Jimmy Spud, after its main character. The title-change won't save it though, as this is
definitely one to file under 'avoid', that is unless seeing an oddly-subdued Billy Connolly in heavy-mascara as the archangel Gabriel is your idea of a fun night out.
Newcomer Sean Landless (sadly something of a charisma-free zone, especially
when inevitably compared with Jamie Bell) plays Jimmy Spud, a lonely boy
with an Angry Dad (Iain Glen). When he discovers that his Dad is dying of
cancer, he gets into his head that perhaps he can save him if he becomes an
angel, so he makes himself a set of wings and starts practising by prancing
around and trying to fly.
Before you can say 'Hallelujah', up pops the archangel Gabriel (Billy
Connelly) to teach him a thing or two about what being an angel is all
about. (It's not all wings and halos, you know, oh no). And oh, it just
keeps getting worse.
The comparisons with Billy Elliot are just too many to ignore. Gritty‚
Northern setting? Check. Ignored and bullied kid? Check. Angry Dad Who
Doesn't Understand? Check. Kid wears 'dress' and annoys Dad even more? Yep.
Well-known 'comedy' face thrown into the cast to make it all more bankable?
You guessed it, but where it all came together for Billy Elliot, it all
falls horribly apart here - even the Gabriel scenes (of which there are
surprisingly few) don't work, as they're neither amusing enough nor dramatic
enough.
There is one moment in the film that stands out: Billy is practising flying
by walking off the arm of the sofa. Repeatedly he falls to the ground,
until, suddenly, for a split-second, he hovers in the air, watched
incomprehensibly by his Mum. However, this one, well-handled subtly
effective scene isn't enough to save the rest of the film, which dissolves
quickly into forced sentimentality.
In short, Gabriel & Me should be avoided the way you'd avoid - well - anyone who said they were the archangel Gabriel, really. Don't say you weren't warned!