REVIEW: With Nail and Without Nail

Reading Time: 4 minutesMaria Telnikoff insists you don’t have to have seen the 1987 British film Withnail and I to enjoy her modern, feminist reimagining, but I admit it was this very premise that had me rushing for a chance to review it. The cult classic has captured the imagination of anyone who has dreamed of making it in the harsh reality of the creative industries, ever since Richard E Grant and Paul McGann first staggered about ‘60s Camden in fraying coats to match their fraying relationship, and my friends were no exception. Sitting around in a series of chilly Edinburgh flats as a student, Withnail and Marwood’s irresponsible play-acting as grown ups justified our behaviour; we saw part of ourselves in their ricocheting between moods and dingy pubs, uncertainty about the future quashed with another tinny and the promise we’d always have each other. The romantic notion of the ‘struggling artist’ withers under the lights in Bruce Robinson’s film - both eponymous characters went to ludicrously expensive private schools, and when the day-to-day existential angst exacerbated by an ever-growing mountain of washing up gets too much (‘I think there may be something living in there’, pleads Marwood in a pivotal scene), they can capitalise on their privilege of having a conveniently loaded uncle with a house in the Lake District to escape to.









