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Dir: Keith Fulton and Louis Pepe

On paper BROTHERS OF THE HEAD sounds like a great film idea.  A documentary of Siamese twins (joined at the stomach) and sold by their evil showbiz father to a hungry music mogul then thrown into the rock and roll spotlight in the form of a punk band called Bang Bang.  Every band these days needs a gimmick right? And the conjoined twins Barry and Tom Howe provide just that
- a freakshow turned main attraction.  Tom plays guitar and Barry sings.

The boys are a huge hit until love gets in the way in the form of music journalist Laura Ashworth who falls in love with Tom. Then the unthinkable happens which shatters everybody's dreams of fame and fortune:  tragedy strikes and the twins die.
As a mockumenary it has all the right sub-plot ideas:  the twins spending most of their life in rural isolation on the remote shores of East Coast England, their father selling them to a money hungry former Vaudeville child star, their removal from their family home and into manor house Humbleden Hall where they rehearse and rehearse their punk rock act until they are ready to take on the music world.  But the film just doesn't work.  It just can't seem to execute these ideas in a credible and engaging way.  Most of the time BROTHERS OF THE HEAD seems more reminiscent of an art school student attempting every cinematic cliché possible and going way off the mark. 

Fulton and Pepe as directors fail to draw the audience in from the very start. (Many in my screening walking out halfway through the showing).

There's basically too much going on here.  There are sequences featuring Ken Russell and his 'supposed' biopic of the twins but this was all unnecessary
filler.  The twins are played brilliantly by first timers Luke and Harry
Treadaway but it's hard to connect with them when their roles are so convoluted with throwaway dialogue and scenes filmed in gritty faked seventies footage.
What does work is the performance by Sean Harris (formerly seen playing a convincing Ian Curtis in 24 Hour Party People) as the bands manager who often smacks Barry in the face when the difficult twin fails to comply by the rules.  Sean talks to the camera with conviction and his presence on screen almost saves this film. Unfortunately it's just not enough.

Composer Clive Langer also does a sterling job with the music.  The bands songs are three chord punk rock classics - and they should be considering Langer has been a force in punk rock composing and production since the mid 70's.  It's a shame this film will not be remembered as such. I couldn't wait for it to be over and almost clapped when the twin¹s death signalled the end. Hopefully this film will go the same way.