Cheap  Hollywood melodrama spoils the crisp violence  of Bill Buford’s “Among The Thugs”, the book which spawned a bracing stage  adapation—and this, a poorly cast stab at sociology by way of “Fight Club”. Hints  of authenticity bob up here and there, but are drowned out by the film’s  insistence on downplaying the truly fascinating strand of the story, the  football hooligans, in favor of stock gangland tropes.  
              Elijah Wood putters  along in his brooding, boyish look of wan yearning, utterly failing to offer  any motivation as to why a guy expelled from Harvard would leave Cambridge instead of  staying to appeal, then move to London,  catch on with thugs, and eat all that smelly, slimy, runny food. The script provides  the carrots, but Wood chases them not out of hunger but because he happens to  be sleepwalking in their general direction. “Green Street Hooligans” doesn’t  lack all interest, but it probably needed bolder casting and a slot on the  small screen.   |