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seanfalco · 2 years

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Okay, I'm not a fan of Jet Trash, but I'm a fan of you 🧡 what if Lee saw someone hitting on the reader, maybe she's a waitress... and he defends her?

thank you for indulging me bb 💚

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Lee x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k Warnings/Tags: mention of drugs/selling drugs, alcohol, attempted assault/non-con a/n: eyooo my first Lee fic and another new rob character under my belt! Please comment/reblog if you enjoy!

The night started out like most others. Outside, the London night was cold and damp, but inside the club, behind the bar, the pounding music seeped into you while the heat from the press of bodies warmed you. You’d tended bar since you were old enough to set foot inside one, and the familiar rhythm of the job soothed you, your worries melting away as you poured the drinks.

Night after night it was the same, and after a while, the faces that approached the bar melted into each other, except one in particular. He’d been frequenting the Aqua Club for the past few months, nearly as long as you’d been working there. Tall and thin, he approached the bar, flashing you a disarming smile and you met his emerald gaze from under his neat mop of dark curls.

“Back again, Lee? What’s that, th’third time this week? I’m startin’ to think you might have a drinking problem.”

An amused snort ripped from his nose and the grin he flashed made your pulse spike. “Well, can y’blame me? Not when y’mix the best drinks this side of London,” he chuckled, slipping you a tenner in exchange for his usual.

“Besides, th’drinks almost pale in comparison to the view,” he added, raising a cheeky eyebrow.

“Flatterer,” you muttered, rolling your eyes in return as you slid the glass across the bartop to him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were only here t’see Vix,” you ventured, fixing him with a level stare.

Lee shrugged and tipped back his drink. “Well, I do hafta speak with her,” he admitted, avoiding your knowing look, “but it’s only business,” he emphasized, dropping his empty glass to the bar with a soft ‘thunk’.

“Uh huh, that’s what they all say,” you countered doubtfully and Lee held up his hands.

“I swear, luv!” he cried, that damn smirk sending butterflies swarming inside you. “I’m tryin’ t’get her t’set me up a meeting with Marlowe. I need an in,” he explained, his lilting voice sobering and you let out a sigh.

“Just be careful, yeah? Marlowe’s dangerous. Would hate t’see that pretty face o’yours get messed up.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Lee taunted, latching onto the wrong part of your warning.

“Did I say that? I don’t think I did,” you quipped back, a slight grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

“You think I’m attractive,” Lee replied smugly, smirking as he leaned in, his eyes flicking up to yours as he wet his lips.

Before you could respond, however, a patron across the room caught your attention, impatient for his drink and you let out annoyed huff at the interruption.

“Don’t press your luck,” you murmured, stepping past Lee as you took the man’s order out to him.

As you walked away you could feel Lee’s gaze on your back, but you fought the urge to look over your shoulder at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had any effect on you. By the time you finally turned back around, he was gone.

Letting out a soft huff, you made your way back to the bar, annoyed at yourself for the spike of jealousy that pricked you. Usually you didn’t envy the woman the attention she got, but this was different. How could you compare with Marlowe’s star entertainer? Vix was mysterious and graceful, and you were just a bartender.

Lost to your thoughts, you gave a start as the man behind you reached out to pinch your arse, snapping you back to the moment, the music rushing back into your ears.

“Oi luv, I’m runnin’ low, can I get a refill?” he asked, shaking his empty pint glass at you.

Scowling, you grabbed the glass and returned to the bar, taking a steadying breath to calm you as you held it under the tap til foam spilled over.

“You okay?” your coworker asked, noticing the look on your face.

“The customer at table three’s gettin’ a little handsy,” you explained and the other bartender let out a sympathetic sigh.

“I got it,” she offered, placing his drink on her tray and heading back out to the floor while you silently thanked her.

However, it wasn’t long before the same man made his way to the bar, trapping you so you couldn’t escape, not keen on being brushed off. Reminding yourself how good the tips were here, you plastered a smile to your face.

“What can I get for you?”

“How ‘bout your digits, luv?” he asked cheekily, leaning against the bar.

“Sorry, that’s not on th’menu,” you replied, your smile slipping, hoping the bloke would take the hint and bugger off.

No such luck.

Taking a seat at the bar, he leaned in closer, the alcohol on his breath overwhelming. “Aw c’mon, your shy or somefin’?” he pressed, leering at you, his hungry gaze making your skin crawl.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to tell the guy off, a voice to your side brought you up short.

“Hey, back off, man. She’s clearly not interested.”

Lee wore a self assured grin as he leaned against the bar, sizing up the other fellow as he chewed his gum, his nonchalant demeanor belying the sharp edge to his gaze.

“Fuck off, mate. What d’you know?” the bloke spat, his expression turning dark.

Lee merely shook his head, tutting softly. “I know th’owner,” he answered, blinking innocently. “You want I call Marlowe out t’settle this?” he asked, his brows raising. “Cause I don’t think he’ll be too pleased t’hear you’ve been harassing his best bartender.”

Lee’s threat did the trick and you watched as the colour drained from the man’s face. “Whatever,” he scoffed, pushing away from the bar, clearly trying to save face. “Fuckin’ prick,” he muttered under his breath as he stumbled away.

“You alright?”

Lee’s question snapped you out of your daze and you quickly nodded, turning to him.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright. Thank you.”

The Irishman inclined his head as if it were nothing, but his gaze still followed the drunk as he disappeared into the crowd.

“So, how did it go? Did you get your meeting?” you asked, changing the subject and Lee blew out of a long stream of air.

“Not yet, I don’t think Vix likes me very much,” he shrugged. Though he seemed unperturbed, his brows pinched slightly, and you wondered if Vix’s aloofness bothered him, or if he was merely dismayed at the obstacle in his path.

“Hmm, too bad,” you mused, wiping down the bartop, trying not to appear too pleased at the news.

“Yes, well. I’m not given’ up that easily,” Lee replied. “I’m not the quittin’ type.”

“I’ve noticed,” you murmured wryly, bringing a smarmy grin to his face.

Jesus, that smile would be your undoing one of these days.

“I mean, unless you wanted t’put in a good word for me with your boss…” he said, leaving the suggestion hanging.

“I’ll think about it,” you conceded, and Lee’s grin widened.

“That’s all I ask,” he replied, spreading his hands. After a moment, he cleared his throat. “So, uh, when d’you get off?”

“About an hour,” you answered, raising your voice to be heard over the music. “Why?”

“Thought I’d walk yeh home.”

“You don’t have t’do that,” you exclaimed, shaking your head. You knew if he followed you to your door you’d end up inviting him in. It was inevitable.

“I want to,” he insisted and you let out a soft huff of resignment.

“Alright,” you gave in. “Meet me by the back door.”

Lee flashed you a parting grin, winking as he slipped away, and you rolled your eyes, silently kicking yourself for giving in so easily.

By the time you were free to go, you grabbed your coat and bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you hurried to the side door, while trying not to look like you were hurrying. As soon as the heavy metal door swung shut behind you, you fished in your bag for a cigarette, bringing it to your lips as you peered down both sides of the alley for Lee.

“Oi luv, been waitin’ for you.”

The voice that emerged from the shadows was familiar, but at the sound of it your blood ran cold.

“Thought you could give me the brush off and I’d just take no for an answer?” the man from the bar asked, grabbing your wrist as you tried to step away from him. “Where y’goin’, ey?” he laughed, forcing you back against the alley wall and caging you in with his arms.

“Get off me! I’m meeting someone!” you warned, struggling to push him off you as adrenaline flooded you, your heart rate spiking and your stomach flipping.

“Well, they’re just gunna have t’wait til I’m done, now aren’t they?” he sneered, leaning in closer.

You flinched back, turning your head away and squeezing your eyes shut, every cell in your body screaming out in disgust.

“You’re even prettier up close–hey!”

Suddenly your attacker jerked back with a yelp, his rank breath disappearing from your cheek and when you opened your eyes, you found Lee hauling him away by the scruff of his neck, an expression on his face you’d never seen before. With a growl, the other man broke free of Lee’s grasp and rounded on him, throwing a punch that Lee easily avoided.

Barely giving him time to regain his footing, Lee grabbed the drunk by the collar, his fist connecting with the man’s nose in a spray of blood. The man cried out and stumbled to the side, clutching at his broken nose.

“You like that, do yeh?” Lee taunted, pulling his fist back again for another punch. “Y’fancy another?”

“No!” the man cried, quickly holding his hands up in defense.

“No?” Lee asked, no hint of amusement on his face. “So you do know th’meanin’ of the word,” she spat, shoving the man back in disgust. “Don’t show your ugly mug around here again, or I swear you’ll get much worse than this!”

The man didn’t wait, scarpering off down the alley, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste as Lee crowed in victory.

“You alright?” he asked, turning back to check on you.

“Yes, I-I’m fine,” you answered, taking a shaky breath, unsure if you were trying to convince him or yourself. “Thanks to you.”

“C’mon, let’s getcha home.”

The walk back to your flat wasn’t too far, but after the night you’d had, you were grateful for Lee’s company, his arm brushing against yours as you walked, his touch comforting. You almost reached out to take his hand more than once before thinking better of it.

“This is my place,” you said, stopping in front of the steps.

Lee tilted his head to survey the building, his breath misting in the cool night air. “Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask for a nightcap?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at you, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah alright,” you replied, giving in, unable to resist that fucking smile. “But only one,” you warned, jabbing him in the chest with your finger.

“Hey, I’ll be th’perfect gentleman,” he assured you with a laugh, holding his hands up innocently. “You’ll be th’one beggin’ me t’stay, you’ll see,” he teased, making you crack a smile in return.

“We’ll see about that.”

Unlocking your door, you shouldered it open and turned on the light, letting Lee in ahead of you.

“Have a seat,” you offered, gesturing to the kitchen counter as you slipped off your boots and hung up your coat near the door. Following him over, you washed your hands at the sink before pulling out two small glasses and a bottle of whiskey. As you poured two shots, you noticed the dried blood on Lee’s knuckles and the way he cradled his hand against him as if it pained him.

“Let me see that,” you murmured, hissing out a sharp breath as you reached out to take his hand in yours. “Jesus, Lee—” you muttered, clicking your tongue in consternation.

The Irishman merely watched you, not saying a word. Though when you finally met his gaze, you found amusement and something unreadable dancing in his verdant irises.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” he replied, his lips twitching up at the corners. “Your hands are cold,” he pointed out, brushing his thumb over your skin.

Though it was only a small gesture it sent heat flooding you, warming your face, and you quickly pulled your hand from his.

“We need t’clean that,” you exclaimed abruptly, turning to search for your first aid kit, leaving Lee chuckling to himself.

“You worried about me or somethin’?” he teased when you returned and threw him a dry look.

“This may sting a bit,” you muttered, disinfecting his cuts before he had time to argue.

“Jay-sus!” Lee yelped, nearly pulling out of your grasp in surprise. “A little warning would be nice,” he hissed, whining like a petulant child.

“I told you it might sting,” you laughed, glancing at his face before pulling a small roll of gauze from the kit and winding it gently around his hand. “Hold still,” you murmured. “It’d be a shame t’lose a regular over something so easily treatable, especially one that tips, even if it’s not a lot,” you teased, meeting his amused expression with a smirk of your own.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Lee shot back. “Y’know, once Marlowe lets me sell my gear in th’club and I start rakin’ in the dough, I’ll be able t’tip much better,” he pointed out, holding your gaze. “I could even take care of yeh…” he added, his lilting voice softening.

For a long moment you couldn’t seem to breathe, your heart pounding in your ears.

“I can take care of myself,” you murmured, swallowing, Lee’s hand still gripped in yours.

“I know that, but what if I wanted to?” he replied, and you couldn’t tell if he were serious or just joking around.

Your eyes flicked up to his, searching them for something, though you weren’t even quite sure what, and before you knew it, you found yourself leaning in—drawn in—and your breath hitched as his nose brushed against yours.

A voice in your head told you to pull back, to thank him for making sure you got home safely and see him out, but you found it all too easy to shove the voice aside. Lingering only a moment longer, you closed the rest of the distance, pressing your lips to his. When he kissed you back, slipping his hand along your jaw, a tingling sensation spread through you, starting in the pit of your stomach.

His lips were softer than you’d imagined—not that you’d imagined it often.

“Lee–” you breathed, pulling back before things could get too heated, your gaze seeking his.

His lashes fluttered as he shared your breath, not wanting the kiss to end. “Hmm?” he hummed, his lips close enough to brush yours as he waited for you to tell him to stop.

“Thank you for walking me home.”

“It was th’least I could do.”

“But maybe you should…” your voice trailed off, the words not wanting to come.

“Should what?” he mused, caressing your cheek, a grin playing at his lips, still so close to yours.

“Should… head… home,” you managed, your eyelids fluttering.

“I don’t think you really want me to.”

“I– I want…”

Shutting your eyes, you let go, the last bit of tension holding you back dissipating. Shaking your head, your lips collided with his once more, mouth opening to deepen the kiss. Your tongue hesitantly sought his and he moaned at the brief moment of contact before growing bolder himself, his hand at your jaw slipping behind your neck to pull you closer.

“I want you to stay.”

taglist: @super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

#robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan #lee (jet trash)#jet trash #lee x reader #joz.fic #prompt request

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super-unpredictable98 · 1 year

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Inspired by @bisexualnathanyoung and @merrilark I'm here to give my opinions (that nobody asked for) about every single thing Rob has been in.

The Umbrella Academy: really good adaptation, Klaus is a work of art. I wish there were a billion seasons

The Last Bus: I mean... way too little Rob in it, but it was fun

Angel Dust: nice voice, bruh

Robot Chicken: nice voice, bruh. But also kinda gross

Trailer Park Boys: anyone please hook me up, I wanna watch the whole thing. I've only seen clips, love his observations about Canadian pizza

Young Offenders: love how he pulled this off even when he was sick. I live for the part about being gay and the protest scene is perfect

Mortal Engines: I like the movie even though it was way longer than it needed to be, but what the hell was that hair? Where does it say Tom needs to have 2005 pop punk hair?

Genius Picasso: Amazing, heartbreaking. Really shows the importance of oral sex. Also, please never paint a beard on Rob ever again, that was weird af

Bad Samaritan: PERFECT MOVIE, I have nothing bad to say about it

Mute: needed more Luba. This movie made me hate Paul Rudd lol we need to know what happened to Luba!!!

Song of Sway Lake: Ye old granny fucker! Love this movie, although it's a bit pretentious (sorry, Ari Gold! I love you, but you know you make things too poetic sometimes and that can rub me the wrong way)

Dicky: that was weird... that was a bit odd... love it

Geostorm: the three minutes Rob is in are masterful (I don't care what anyone says, the accent was good), the rest of it is pure shit

Three Summers: LOVE IT, but what an annoying protagonist. I'm talking about Keevy. Roland is awesome and deserves the world. Also, it did sound like Smells Like Teen Spirit!

Fortitude: what the fuck was that? This show sucks balls, why is Dennis Quaid involved in this? Vladek is hot though and I'm grateful for the full frontal nudity. Lots of people seem very disturbed by the scene, but I like it

Banshee Betty: represents very well the moment Rob was living love wise lol

Jet Trash: ugggggggggggh Lee is sexy, everyone else in this movie is fucking horrible. I hate every single character, especially Vix. Girl, get a personality. And someone please give Rob a burger, he's so thin

The Bigger Picture: it was good, nothing too special, but nice

Rideshare: CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE, does anyone know where I can find it?

The Messenger: Literally traumatized

Moonwalkers: really good, extremely funny. Love the cast, love the story, love the fake moon landing scene, love the tiger pigs

The Exchange: That was kinda cute, not gonna lie

The Road Within: PERFECT, as a person with mental health issues, I cry every single time I watch it. Fuck you, Marie, you're manipulative af. Rob did such a good and respectful job, I love it

Randumb - The Adventures of an Irish Guy in LA: omfg that was disturbing, but represents LA quite well

Anita B: love it, my Jewish heart swells with joy, especially during the Purim scene. Rob speaking Yiddish? UGH, SO HOT! He should've gotten the role of Max for The Book Thief

Love/Hate: overrated

Mortal Instruments: the only thing wrong with this movie is that there is no second one. I wanna see Simon as a vampire so bad! Iconic lines such as "I don't remember anything she'd want me to forget"

Push It: um... interesting. Lots of visuals and stuff.

Rituals: hippie fantasy and I'm living for it

In Love With...: it was cool, don't get exactly what the hell that was, but I was vibing

Immaturity For Charity: HILARIOUS! Very few times I laughed this hard

Me and Mrs. Jones: I don't care what anyone says, I love this show. Criminal what Rob did to his hair after the pilot, and Gemma is way too stupid to be a functional human, but Inca is our queen. Billy is way too charming and I can't cope

Accused: well, that was sad

The Borrowers: this movie has no business being that sexy. The scene with the motorbike? The scene with the bed? The scene in the plane? Spiller could get it and he's only five inches tall

Demons Never Die: very bad horror movie with a very bad name, but Rob was good in it

Misfits: PERFECTION! Nathan Young is the king of my heart. He can do anything to me, I wouldn't stop loving him even after he trippled himself.

Killing Bono: love the movie, love the cast, the soundtrack is immaculate (SPOTIFY, GET THE FUCKING SONGS IN THERE!), way funnier than I expected. Who tf gave Rob such a low harmony? His voice nearly disappeared.

Season of the Witch: average Nicolas Cage movie lol Kay is nice, love to see him on a horse. The ending was fucking wild. I wonder who we have to exorcise to end COVID

Coming Up - Dip: that was really good! The social commentary was actually kinda deep and relevant. I like the ending

A Turtle's Tale: Who the hell looked at Rob and thought he was the right fit for this role? I like it, but it was weird.

Red Riding Trilogy: HEARTBREAKING, I wanna give BJ a hug

Cherrybomb: love it, love the accents, very much early 2000s vibe and it makes me feel things. Luke's dad deserved better. Love the way Rob says the word tape in this

Ghostwood: um, what? Pop off I guess, baby Rob. Cool accent. Tim is how I imagine Nathan in the high school arc @seanfalco

Lowland Fell: what the hell did I just watch? What was the meaning of all that? Not a single person I know has a reasonable explanation for anything that happens in this

Rock Rivals: Guilty pleasure. Addison deserved better, they did him so wrong! I wish I could see Rob singing in this, but the boyband dances and outfits were really good

BitterSweet: needed more Rob. The neck kisses are just *chef's kiss*. Liam is such a good guy

The Summer of the Flying Saucer: I will do anything to watch this movie. I will suck any cock, fuck any ass, lick any pair of balls! PLEASE SOMEONE GET ME A COPY OF THIS MOVIE

An Créatúr: Bruh... what the fuck? Good job acting in another language and seeing Rob act as a little kid was so sweet. The big baby scene was at the same time terrifying and strangely alluring, don't know what that says about me. For legal reasons I'm not gonna comment on the scene where he's fed cake

Bel's Boys: pretty funny, love the clothes Max wears lol evil genius got defeated

The Clinic: Robbie, baby, why did you do this to your hair? At first, this looked like the beginning of a porno. Love the vulnerability of Shane and that tummy close-up was gold. They really violated his mouth there

Young Blades: King Louie is so underrated! I love him. Every scene with him is just gold. We really needed a spin-off about him finding a wife and all. Wish there was a ballet scene.

Foreign Exchange: Really good! First thing I ever saw Rob in when I was 9. You can blame this show for everything. So many good memories, it makes me feel hugged.

An Cuainín: does this short film actually exist? I never found any evidence of it lol if anyone has it, send it my way

A Dublin Story: wow, just wow. The subjects this short film touches on and the way it handles them are amazing, Rob was so young and his acting was already so powerful. He also managed to make Clocker very funny, I like it a lot.

Song For a Raggy Boy: what a pile of bricks, this movie is very very hard to watch. But it's a fun game of Spot the Rob. Lefties rise up!

The Tudors: I know his bit was cut, but boy did I spend hours watching over and over to see if I could spot him.

#robert sheehan #my opinion #flor rants

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robmesheehan · 3 years

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#robbie in india #jet trash #lee jet trash #sol jet trash #vix jet trash #mike jet trash #mike you dangerous cue ball #robert sheehan #rob sheehan #sophia boutella #jasper pääkkönen #jasper paakkonen #osy ikhile

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firstpersonnarrator · 3 years

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#jet trash #sol jet trash #osy ikhile #lee jet trash #robert sheehan #rob sheehan #vix jet trash #sofia boutella #mike jet trash #jasper pääkkönen #jasper paakkonen

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vousnavezrienvu · 5 years

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Robert Sheehan - Jet Trash (2016)

Part 4/8

I stg every night I go to bed and forget all about posting the daily gifs and then I get a notification bc one of you liked one of the gifset and I'm like "oh yeah shit" anyway here ya go

#Robert Sheehan #jet trash #lee #sofia boutella #vix #vousnavezrienvu

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salvador-daley · 3 years

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Rehearsing a scene with Rob and u guys falling in love with each other.. ah, a good cliche I can't resist... Being interviewed together, answering silly questions, RED CARPETS AAAAAAAAA

Fun fact: this is how Rob got together with his ex, Sofia Boutella. She was auditioning for the part of Vix in Jet Trash and they were doing the car scene together. Director Charles Belleville tells it like this:

"It was the scene where they kiss for the first time and obviously for the audition they're supposed to stop before they kiss.

"I'm filming it and they get to that point and they lean over and kiss. And not a little kiss. They're kissing for two minutes. That was when I realised there's a little bit more to this than meets the eye. And a little over two years later they're still together."

That, my friends, is the kind of chemistry money cannot buy. Of course, they’ve broken up now. But that scenario still lives rent free in my head. Rich in fanfiction material, I tell you. RICH. 😍😍

#robert sheehan #sofia boutella #jet trash #inbox open #spam my inbox #ask salv

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immortalled · 3 years

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overall thoughts about jet trash

quick disclaimer: i’ve only watched this once, which isn’t good review practice. but whatever lol these are my initial thoughts after finishing the film. there aren’t any big spoilers in this review.

jet trash is about two english guys, lee (rob sheehan) and sol (osy ikhile), living it up in india with their gangster(?)-turned-buddhist buddy, mike (jasper pääkkönen). their past comes back to bite them when lee’s old flame, vix (sofia boutella), shows up in india... along with gang ringleader, marlowe (craig parkinson).

this film starts out slow. not painfully slow, but the kind of slow that i imagine might be a little difficult to sit through on a second watch.

the main issue with the start of the film is that it features a lot of exposition that isn’t entirely necessary. it does well to establish sol and especially lee as drug-dealing party animals finding their escape in india, the colors are nice, and it’s very nicely shot, but after a while it just starts to feel like padding. a lot of these sequences are in slow motion, too, which is an odd reoccurring theme in this film. there’s... so much slow mo. to the point that it takes away some of the punch that a good slow motion scene could have, which is a shame. mercifully, the plot does begin to pick up a little by the 30 minute mark, which is nice. i only wish that the first 30 minutes were more intriguing storytelling-wise, which brings us to what i think is jet trash’s biggest problem: pacing.

there isn’t anything wrong with a story that has multiple climaxes, some films do it very well. jet trash isn’t one of those. the intensity is broken up by a lot of slow scenes, mostly flashbacks, which are interesting, but do feel a little awkward and sometimes out of place. i had to pause during one scene and was shocked to see that there were only 30 minutes left because while a lot had happened, it never felt quite like we’d gained enough speed to warrant a big climax, which is what i was expecting, given it’s listed as a thriller/drama.

instead, the last 30 minutes continues to rollercoaster up and down. something big starts to happen, then suddenly there’s a lull. then another big thing starts to happen, and it hits a lull. these lulls aren’t boring, mind, but the teasing is a little frustrating. i kept wanting it to take on some speed and just hold it there. jet trash feels like it could have ended two or three times before actually reaching its final climax, and they all fall kinda flat for my taste. then, after the big one, it drags again. it’s just... very odd.

jet trash also likes to remind you that it is technically a christmas film, which is weird, too. i’m usually a fan of unfitting music playing over dramatic scenes; misfits and the umbrella academy both do this extremely well and it can be hilarious and fun. in jet trash, especially during one of the first climaxes, it was disorienting and pulled me out of the moment, ruining some of the tension.

i’m ragging on this film a lot, i know. so here are a few things that i think it does pretty well:

engaging characters. at least, with their male characters. main characters lee and sol are both interesting and easy to empathize with. lee is a lovable asshole who has gotten way in over his head with a drug dealer and human trafficker. sol is his best friend who gets dragged into lee’s mess by association and seems to just be trying to do the right thing. the main villain, marlowe, who is played by craig parkinson, does a stunning job and might just be one of my favorite villains in a long, long while. he’s terrifying. i couldn’t get enough of him. even side characters, like sol and lee’s buddy, mike, are interesting. the only character that felt bland was vix, lee’s old flame and the leading lady played by sofia boutella. vix is sympathetic and does a good job with what she’s given, but she’s also just... kinda there, and feels more like a prop than a person, unfortunately.

intensity. despite the pacing being all over the place, when things do happen, it pushes you to the edge of your seat and the drama feels natural, even if there aren’t many good payoffs. it’s also pretty whumpy, which is nice. it just needed to commit.

cinematography. the shots in this film are gorgeous. someone had a lot of fun with the lighting, playing with intense reds and blues. it creates a distinct atmosphere that really lends itself well to the mood and interest of each scene. the natural scenery filmed in india is also beautiful and vivid; an interesting juxtaposition to the grimier, darker scenes set in london.

so. the verdict for this one? i give it a 5/10, maybe 5.5 just because i loved parkinson in this film and it’s been a while since a villain has given me chills. it’s worth a watch, maybe even a rewatch, but it’s not gonna make it to my favorites.

#posting today instead of yesterday bc i wanted to think about it a little more.#out of immortality [ooc];#spark watches jet trash [liveblogging];

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