Lost In La Mancha directors Keith Fulton and Louis Pepe’s oddly affecting mockumentary purports to pick up 30 years on from where an unfinished Ken Russell film (Two-Way Romeo) left off. Based on a Brian Aldiss novel, it tells of conjoined twin punkers Barry and Tom Howe.
Laced with a gloomy, faintly ghoulish air of sideshow voyeurism, the resulting mash-up of stock footage, dramatic reconstruction and talking head(s) occasionally falls foul of the very exploitation it’s criticising. However, the usual stumbling blocks for retro rock docs – namely mid-’70s pub gig sequences that conjure all the sweat-soaked fervour of a village hall bake-sale – are swerved here, as the simmering resentment of the subtly disparate debut leads (brothers Luke and Harry Treadaway) carries us into the inevitably tragic meltdown. A necessarily tactful commentary ticks the requisite boxes, but Brothers remains chiefly notable for uncovering two fresh-faced future stars of similarly gritty, low-budget Brit fare.