Stephen Frears burst on the scene in 1985 with My Beautiful Launderette: a dynamic interracial gay love story, complete with an over-the-top performance by an unknown named Daniel Day-Lewis. Frears followed up with Sammy and Rosie Get Laid, which mined basically the same milieu, London's multi-ethnic neighborhoods. It was a moderately enjoyable movie, but a certain blah started setting in, caused -- at least for this viewer -- by Frears' nickel-and-dime '60s attitudes. As in, All whites are straight, all nonwhites are hip. It was clearly time to move on.
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