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The movie follows a week which spirals brutally out of contro in the life of Woody, a once-successful Soho pimp caught in a treacherous world of dangerous criminals and lethal femme fatales.
Tight close-ups and direct-to- camera confessionals are the order of the day in a film so peppered with sleazy sex, casual violence and endless swearing that it comes perilously close to caricature. Nobody's finest hour.
With nil insight - into the sex industry or anything else - you might conclude Pimp is a film for men who get their kicks watching Dyer strut around leering at topless women who -- in the parlance of the film -- look like "the basic pleasure model".
The sight of Dyer operating under the delusion he's channelling Al Pacino is grim enough, but the real blame must be laid at the door of director/star/co-writer Cavanah, who seriously underperforms in all three roles.
Both breathtakingly crass and unintentionally funny without ever being engaging or entertaining.
May 21, 2010
Independent (UK)
The plot, concerning the identity of a snuff-movie killer, is a gruesome mixture of sexual sadism and sentimentality, made even less palatable by dialogue of quarter-witted aggression.
With its excessive levels of casual racism, sexism and homophobia, the film feels like nothing more than a rejected 'Derek and Clive' sketch that's been stripped of eloquence and irony and calibrated instead for cheap, leery laughs.