SnoopyStyle Spanish Axl arrives in London looking for his biological father. He finds a mattress to sleep on in a rundown building. He works for Mike in lieu of rent. He uncovers his father's identity as real estate agent family-man Anthony Hemmings and pretends to be a client looking for a flat. Vera is closed off in love and works in a bookstore. She and Axl live and party in and around the same area.It's disjointed and disconnected. It does have the sense of the hazy, heady days of youth. It's very rambling. I'm more interested in Axl than Vera. There is an intriguing mood for an indie but the story fades in and out. I would like for Axl's story to continue and find a compelling natural ending somehow.

Penny Last This movie is nothing more than eye and ear candy, and that is if you're into hipster aesthetics. In fact, the characters are to hipsters as Marley's ghost was to Scrooge. They serve as a warning that it is possible to be gorgeous, to surround oneself exclusively with gorgeous people, prance around drunkenly with said gorgeous people in the most eclectic clothing and in the hippest clubs of one of the most exciting cities in the world, and yet be utterly and intolerably BORING. Shallowness and self-absorption are forgivable, and so is the seriousness with which the characters took themselves and their thoughts on whether bubbles or planets serve as better analogies for relationships, which they genuinely seemed to believe were profound and original. The complete lack of humour, however, left me so bored that I was forced to make up for it by poking fun at the characters, and ultimately at the hipster subculture as a whole. This movie could have redeemed itself by providing some insight into why its characters are as vapid as they are, why they find the need to regress into the mental state of five year olds. Obviously it didn't.

paul2001sw-1 Alexis dos Santos' film 'Unmade Beds' is actually really skillfully well made; a pity, then that's it's so damn annoying. It's a tale of impossible beautiful young people living without any visible means of support in a warehouse in Hoxton, smoking lots of cigarettes to an achingly hip soundtrack, and generally getting entangled in each others lives (and bodies). It's also the sort of film where the characters look perpetually soulful and think lots of supposedly deep thoughts. Of course, one thing a film can do is idealise reality, and many of the best movies eventually end with sentimental payoffs; but this film is rife with unearned epiphanies, the whole film is a mood piece with no supporting substance. The poignancy is sham; dos Santos ultimately has nothing to say, although, as he says it rather well, there is hope he might produce something self-indulgent in future.

Ruben Mooijman I went to see this film because it was described as being "young and fresh". Afterwards, I can only say it is boring and pretentious. There is no story to speak of, no dialogue apart from some vague conversations, no character development, no point.There is, on the other hand, a lot of loud music by bands I don't know (but are undoubtedly very hip), there are a lot of images of young people uttering would-be philosophical wisecracks, and there is a lot of partying, drinking and smoking going on.This could be a sort of nouvelle vague-ish, real life document about young people and the way they live, but I'm afraid it utterly fails. Or maybe I'm too old for this sort of film.There is one plus: wonderful Belgian actress Déborah François.