Hellen I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

Chirphymium It's entirely possible that sending the audience out feeling lousy was intentional

Erica Derrick By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

Scarlet The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

dhlough-1 The mystique of the Rolling Stones isn't well served by Stoned, a speculative film about the last three months of the life of original guitarist Brian Jones. But nor will their legend be marred by this inept and ineffectual bio-pic.Directed by famed producer Stephen Woolley (The Crying Game, Breakfast On Pluto), Stoned shows us Jones final days through the eyes of Frank Thorogood (Paddy Considine), a contractor brought into the fold by the Stones road manager Tom Keylock (David Morrissey) to help with the landscaping of his East Sussex manse and, eventually, keep an eye on the free-spirited rock star.Since we know that Jones (Leo Gregory) drowned in his pool, Wooley stages it with a flash forward of the body's discovery near the start of the film. But any mystery about the relationship of the working-class Thorogood and the rich Jones begs for more incisive scenes than the clichéd mise-en-scene of all too familiar 60's tropes. To believe that the contractor could be moved to murder Jones, we need more than a mild scene of humiliation and a dismissal without final pay. We need shadings of Thorogood's psychological discord, and a fuller performance from the usually reliable Considine.Not that the other actors fare any better. Gregory plays Jones as a Lost Boy and an opportunist, sporting a Little Lord Fauntleroy shag that turns him into David Spade's somewhat sexier brother. The women are lovely, but basically negligible – whores or hangers-on – and the rest of the band loose approximations of the younger Stones, with Keith Richards the moral center of the film.Neither the script, by Neil Purvis and Robert Wade, nor the director, shapes scenes for drama. Jones life, like the film, seems aimless; we never understand his importance as the architect of the original Stones. On the evidence of Stoned, one can rightly say that as a director, Woolley is a great producer.

barbara-butler I had to get the DVD of this to see it as the local cinema is not too good at showing this sort of thing. I have now watched it twice. I was a teenager in 1960s London and remember it all well, although I was in education and then earning a living at the time. I liked the Stones from the word go and once went with a friend to disturb a couple of them in a flat in Hampstead (as far as I remember) and was told to f*** OFF. It was the first time I had heard the expression, but as my favourite, Brian Jones was not there, I wasn't too interested in the two that were. As I had been on 1963 Aldermasten march, I was more into protest songs than pop, particularly Bob Dylan, but I liked the Stones for their music until Jones left. My only disappointment with the film was it didn't show Brian Jones's skill at arrangements and embellishments, which made the difference between a vacuous piece of pop and a superb piece of music. Also in 1963 I went plum picking in Evesham and met some Liverpool lads who were Beatles fans... the Beatles, I felt at the time, were rather twee compared with the Stones, although they improved when they came to London, but unfortunately, like Brian Jones, got into things which were not good for them. I was still listening to the Stones early stuff in the 1980s, after I had moved to Colchester. I had a favourite tape and would listen to Red Rooster whilst eating my bran flakes at breakfast. I had friends who went out of control in the 1960s, but they could not afford to go as much off the rails as Brian Jones did. I used to walk out of parties and get the bus home when the joints came out. As an asthmatic, it used to make me feel ill.Watching Stoned brought the whole era back, it made me sad, not nostalgic

lazur-2 How does one cast a movie portraying at least three of most worshiped, admired, envied, charismatic people in the business? Add to that, two of them are still alive and performing, maintaining their persona quite effectively into their sixties. Perhaps if this all had occurred before high-quality film, video, and sound-recording was so easily available. As it is, any one from any generation can get a first-hand idea of how fascinating the Rolling Stones' entrance into the pop-music scene was. If you want to know all about the aspects of Brian Jones that really matter, listen to the music; his total immersion into whatever style he was interested in gave him almost instant ability on whatever instrument he wished to play; his knowledge of and ability at Chicago Blues guitar styles,(not the hot solos, but the foundational group styles), was unparalleled. If you want to understand why he was so adored; look at his pictures. You're not going to get the idea from this film, but it's almost not fair.

come2whereimfrom The opening shots of the film shows an early stones line up under the leadership of Brian Jones getting their first gig. It is stylishly shot in black and white and as they roll through little red rooster a camera takes stills of the action. Then from the slow blues rift you are suddenly thrust to the frantic end as Brian is found dead in the pool. It is the stark contrast that works well and shocks the viewer into the heart of scene. Then the incredibly tragic and eccentric life of Brian Jones is told in a heady mix of flashback drug trips and sly nods to 'performance'. Leo Gregory stumbles through the film as Brian much like Michael Pitt did as Kurt Cobain in Van Sant's 'last days', you already know the outcome but it's the road on which you get there that forms the backbone of the plot. As Jones becomes more estranged, paranoid, wildly extravagant and more drug fuelled it begins to rub off on frank the builder who is doing work on Brian's house. Brian being bored and in need of not only a nanny but a drinking partner takes frank under his wing to a certain extent. But Jones being the flamboyant pop star doesn't see frank as anything more than a builder and taunts him until its too late. Frank see Jones' world of excess and wants in, although when he finds it out of reach that want turns to anger and jealousy. If you approach this film looking for a story of the stones you wont find it, this film like last days is a film that shows one mans downfall and the lives of those around him who should have helped. Jones portrayed as never happier than when making music is rock and roll myth personified. Without the tragic end to his life, the question is posed, would anyone still remember the tortured genius behind the stones early formation? There is obviously a love for the era and Jones from director Woolley, who not afraid to show Jones' vulnerable side also tries to show the man behind the myth. Whether a fan of the band or not this is an interesting film full of directing techniques and skillful editing that blend into a heady mix of rock and roll excess which takes the viewer to the sixties and back through one of the most interesting stories of the time.