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Charlie (Alasdair Mackenzie) is on his way to Skye to torch the house of the rock star who has run off with his wife. In a transport café, near the English/Scottish border, he is approached by Vince (Jonny Phillips) who thrusts a handful of money at him and tells him he needs a lift up to Scotland. Following a fracas in the car park after a misunderstanding in the gent’s toilet, the two men take off. Vince tells Charlie he sells sex to women and is on the run following threats of castration by thugs set on him by the jealous husband of one of his clients. Charlie drops Vince off in an isolated spot in the middle of the snowy Scottish mountains where a light aircraft is waiting to take him to safety in Spain. As Charlie is about to drive off, he sees two men chasing Vince from the aircraft, follows, and rescues him again. When the car runs out of petrol, both men follow a road sign to an isolated lodge to ask for help. The head of the lodge, David Hayman, invites them to stay overnight with the promise of petrol in the morning. They are introduced to the bizarre ‘family’ of characters who reside at the retreat – the female sex addict; the lapsed priest with paedophilic tendencies, who tells Charlie that masturbation saved his life; and Ford Kiernan (Chewing the Fat) who does a great line in under-the-breath insults. From the outset, Vince is haunted by visions of a blonde girl, but doesn’t let this stop him bedding the nymphomaniac. Charlie joins the throng. The elderly woman who runs the retreat is dying. The group stand round her, weeping, as she sings a mournful song. Hayman tells Charlie they had a ‘wee bit of a tragedy a few years back.’ In the lodge bar (a sort of Highland version of Dean Stockwell’s front room in ‘Blue Velvet’) Vince and Charlie are introduced to Magnus, the local deer-stalker, who much to Charlie’s annoyance, invites Vince to go hunting with him the following day. Charlie tries to leave alone, but the tyres on his car have been slashed. Both men return to the lodge and from this point forth, despite the seeming friendliness of the commune, you just know the two men are unlikely to reach their respective destinations.
This is a haunting, blackly comic, unsettling smasher of a movie. The cold and desolate Scottish landscape is the perfect backdrop to such a chilling film, evoking a similar menace that the jagged vastness of Ayres Rock played in ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock.’ Every character, no matter how minor is unique and developed. The script is sharp, the matter of fact way the group’s unorthodox lifestyles are expressed with banal disinterest is both frightening and hilarious. These are no cardboard cut-out’s with sex disorders. The naturalistic DOGME like acting gives the viewer an almost voyeuristic feeling. What perhaps unnerved me most though, is that such places do exist. Many of the rituals the group take part in and their ultra-libertarian ethos are things I know many people to have experienced. This factor preys on the mind like urban mythology, making you imagine even more than is portrayed in the film. I’ve not felt so scared by a film in a long time. Reviewers drew obvious comparisons between this and the classic, ‘The Wicker Man,’ a film that I dearly love. I would say it now has a worthy rival. It’s also heartening to know that someone (other than Ken Loach and Peter Mullen) can still make brilliant Scottish films. Don’t watch alone.
Laura Hird is the Orange and Whitbread nominated author of the collection, ‘Nail and Other Stories’ and novel, ‘Born Free.’ Her short stories have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies internationally. Her new collection of short stories is due to be published by Canongate Books in May 2005. She runs and edits her own loosely arts-related website on which she seeks out and publishes new poetry, short stories, reviews, interviews etc. She was born and lives in Edinburgh.
© 2004 Laura Hird All rights reserved.
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