Barton Comes Out Swinging. Jailbird Joey Drives Over What’s Left Of His Ibrox Career.
At this point, Jailbird Joey is at his snarling, angry best.
Remember what Richard Wilson had written about how he had “reinvented himself” as some kind of intellectual and that his past deeds were no longer relevant to his character? How’s that looking at this point in the movie? Not great, huh?
By this point, Barton had gone all Raging Bullshit, and was spoiling for a fight.
A few shots of his snarling visage would be appropriate here as he did the rounds of the media and trashed everyone at Ibrox. At one point, don’t forget, he said that if he had the chance to do it all over again he wouldn’t have signed for them in the first place.
At this point in the film, you want to consider a scene of him going home and wistfully listening to The Wolfetones with a bottle of beer.
Him singing along softly to the Celtic Symphony.
That’s how I’d shoot it anyway.
But of course, you don’t want too many scenes of pathos … this is, after all, a comedy. So a few scenes of Barton’s press conferences where he accuses the club of being out of control and of not really know what he’s done would be appropriate, even as he’s sticking the boot into them.
