Ray & Liz

What about this, a piece of British kitchen sink that continues the spirit of Bill Douglas and Terence Davies, without leaning on the crutch of miserablism or heavy-handed political metaphor. Ray & Liz does go to some difficult, dark places, but with a sense of humour, a generous spirit, and a dedication to recapturing the memories of youth. This is photographer Richard Billingham’s reminiscence of childhood in the Black Country, in the West Midlands. Two notable, heartrending stories tied together by present day Ray, who sits around his bedroom drinking himself to death while a neighbour provides him with homebrews. He thinks back to his ’80s home life with his wife Liz, raising kids while sinking into poverty.

But the first story barely features Ray and Liz at all. It’s mostly a two-hander between the amazing British character actor Tony Way as Ray’s simple but sweet brother, charged with looking after the kids, and Sam Gittins as a nihilistic punk who has other ideas. It’s a dynamic straight out of the great Mike Leigh’s Meantime (1984), Gittins channelling one of Gary Oldman’s breakthrough performances.

As played by Ella Smith, Liz is a sensational character, a force of nature who dominates every scene she’s in and whose presence hangs over the film when she’s offscreen. With a flick of the wrist or a well-timed wince, everything that’s going on inside her head comes across, Billingham’s tight photography capturing the air sucking out of a room. Often when a photographer turns to movies, the results can feel somewhat airless, but the style of Billingham’s work is part sitcom, part art-house, all coming together into a complete vision.

The result is the feeling of being told stories second-hand. It’s when you’re visiting an old family member and they tell you about what their cousin used to up to. It’s when you dig through the loft and find a shoebox full of old toys. Because when someone tells you about their past, the rarely contextualise it in a political era. They are far more likely to tell you about specific faces, places, and things. And that’s what Gillingham does. Bad art adorns the walls of this flat. Liz clearly loves pictures of animals, they’re all over her mugs, they’re the jigsaw puzzles she struggles with. This art provides a counterpoint to the events on screen, with effective cuts from a nosebleed to a painting of a caveman poking his own nose. It’s as though the room is speaking to the characters.

By packing so much detail into these memories, Ray & Liz manages to avoid the cliches of the genre. There are no clips of Thatcher on television or mention of the mines closing to set the scene. We don’t need it. Garish ’70s carpets, a cooker black with dust, even a squashed kitchen roll instead tell the viewer the entire socio-economic situation of the characters. In the final third of the film, the characters do come into more direct contact with the system, but it’s not trying to raise eyebrows or stir tweets in the way that recent Ken Loach tends to. It’s Billingham’s story, and the realities of that aren’t turned into melodrama or sermon. And it feels all the more like a remarkable depiction of Britain for it.

Ray & Liz showed at the International Film Festival Rotterdam, when this piece was originally written. On UK cinemas on March 8th. On VoD on Monday, July 8th.

Acceptable Damage

Red-haired Katy (Elinor Machen-Fortune) lives with her mother Lucy (Fiona Whitelaw) somewhere in the suburbs of West London. The verdant neighbourhood looks peaceful and quiet, the type of perfect residential environment for bringing up your teenage daughter. But there’s unrest creeping out of the apparently placid streets into Katy and Lucy’s home: a local street gang has decided to pick on Lucy.

The bullying tactics are profoundly dehumanising and intimidating. Katy is branded a “twitchy bitch” (in reference to the body language often associated with Asperger Syndrome). The bullies taunt and insult her at her doorstep, and one day they eventually break into her house. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Katy struggles to develop a romantic relationship with Roxy (Elijah Baker), who is very closely associated to the gang. The young man becomes infatuated with Lucy after watching her sing in a local open mic night. He is genuinely split between his street friends and the fascinatingly coy Katy.

Despite being shy and introverted, Katy is not a weak character. She is undaunted by the knowledge of her disability. She does not wish to be seen as different and vulnerable. She’s prepared to confront her bullies, and her reaction will eventually land her in trouble with the police. Machen-Fortune has Asperger Syndrome in real life, which means that this must have been a profoundly liberating experience for the young actress. But she doesn’t “suffer” from her condition. I’m A Celeb star Anne Hegerty recently said: “I don’t suffer from Asperger. I suffer from idiots”, which also bodes very well for Elinor/Katy.

Acceptable Damage is a very tender and feminine film, produced (Anda Teglas) directed (Lavinia Simina), written (Fiona Whitelaw) and starred (Machen-Fortune and Whitelaw) by women. Tender doesn’t mean rosy and pretty. The photography is mostly dark and sombre with sparse artificial lighting, giving the film a certain realist feeling, plus rendering the whole experience a little mournful and jarring. It’s as if the DOP was saying: “youth is at ebullition, yet the outcome of such agitation isn’t always colourful and pretty”.

The institutions that failed to help Katy during her ordeal are also central to the story. Her mother Lucy frantically attempts to engage the police and even her local MP to no avail. An officer tells her: “vandalism and abuse is not an emergency”, while her MP dismisses her with an vapid remark: “as I understand this is an ongoing situation, and it’s monitored by Safer Neighbourhood Team”. She is instructed to send an e-mail, despite not being computer literate – this reminded me of I, Daniel Blake (Ken Loach, 2016), where the protagonist is forced to the grapple with the technology that he has never used.

Our lack of preparedness to deal with certain types disabilities becomes apparent, even in a society that takes disability more serious than most other countries. The mother’s desperation at such the consistent failure to help her daughter is entirely palpable. You will feel both indignant and moved. Also, be prepared for a very powerful denouement, which will hit you right in the nose!

Acceptable Damage premiered on March 7th (2019) at the Regent Street Cinema in London, in a partnership with DMovies. It’s out on VoD (Amazon, GooglePlay, Microsoft XBox and Sky Store) on Monday, March 25th. It shows on September 4th as part of the British Urban Film Festival in Ealing. It won the Best Action prize at the National Film Awards in 2021.

Do Something, Jake

This charming crime thriller, directed by James Smith and written by both Smith and Caroline Spence is a neatly plotted tale of an unlikely hero, Jake (Jamie Alderson).

We quickly learn from his limp job centre interviews with Bob (M.J. Simson) and his breakfast chats with the delivery guy (John Savage) that Jake is illiterate and stuck in a cycle of failed jobs and daytime gaming. Around 15 per cent (5.1 million) of adults in the UK are functionally illiterate; it is significant that Smith and Spence chose this protagonist for their story. Jake’s difficulties with reading and writing are presented sympathetically and portrayed as something that could happen to anyone.

The communication difficulty is hampering Jake and we see him taking steps to learn to read and write. The new skill pays off later in the plot when he becomes the amateur investigator of an illegal drug operation. Jake’s driving force throughout the story is his love for neighbour Alice (Mia Mills) watching her every move surreptitiously and concerned for her wellbeing as she is being beaten by her boyfriend Guy (Thomas Loone). Guy and Alice are well played by Mills and Loone, we believe they are a couple and find ourselves drawn in to Jake’s plan to rescue her from the abuse.

Moments of humour occur at key points in the plot. Jake following the drug dealers to their hideout in a three wheeler driven by Grumpy Man (David Brown) is genius. There is a hilarious cameo from Sue Moore as the grumpy woman, a lovely pay off from the glimpses of her earlier in the narrative. Social Services Woman’s (Nenaa-Jo Uraih) interactions with Jake are marvellous.

This is an ambitious film to make on a zero budget and at times the lack of resources shows. The locations for the Police Station and interview rooms distract the viewer from the story as it is impossible to believe that we are in this setting. Too much time is spent on shots of Jake watching Alice, with cutaways to details of his calendar notes on the movements of Guy and his criminal colleagues.

The guitar music (James Ryan) is effective driving us towards the story’s conclusion, but we become tired of the guitar plucking single notes to denote tension. A tighter edit of some of these moments might have given us a faster paced story.

However, the filmmakers are to be commended for what they have achieved on a limited budget. Laugh out loud moments are threaded throughout this Midlands set thriller with a heart of gold. Overall it is a watchable film with a central character that we do not often see as a hero on screen.

Do Something, Jake premiered in London in mid-November. A general release date has not been announced yet. Click here for more information about the film sales, press and media.

King of Crime

The aptly-named Marcus King (Mark Wingett) has left old-school crime behind, swapping the guns behind for computers (although he still keeps a few guns around). Back in the day when you wanted to rob someone, you had to use force or charm; now they can be hacked into with just a few clicks. Living in the leafy suburbs just outside of Oxford, King is comfortable at the top of the criminal food chain. But then a new competitor muscles in on his turf: Islamic terror.

It’s a strange meeting of minds for sure, but King of Crime makes it seem believable. After all, both sides require significant capital to get started. Played with delightful camp by Vas Blackwood, nemesis Mr. Mustaffa seems like he is cut from the same cloth. A smart man, he realises that the best way to fund his campaign of terror is simply to take King’s infrastructure off him. The resultant drama blends old-school thrills with high-tech skills, showing that while some of the players might be the same, the nature of the game has completely changed.

The King family are nasty people. When a nice young girl who might be Marcus’ daughter comes around, his wife Yvonne (Claire King) stabs him with a kitchen knife. No one seems that bothered, suggesting that this kind of thing is a common occurrence. Our moral compass is found in Jessica Slade (Rachel Bright), girlfriend of Marcus’ son Andrew (Jonno Davies) and new employee of the King household. Despite being attracted to the allure of being a criminal’s moll, it is evident from the beginning not everything sits well with her. Testament has to go to Bright for being able to portray that conflict with her eyes alone.

Her first task is to dupe poor nerd Anthony Tully (Hainsley Lloyd Bennett) into hacking for the criminal enterprise. The way she goes about it is one of the best scenes in the film, a long-con so ethically dubious it leaves you wondering whether what occurred was actually simulated. Tully’s affection for her is genuine, working against the clock to do what he thinks is the right thing, giving the film its heart. Meanwhile, Marcus, noticing the walls creeping in, starts planning for an early retirement, ready to betray everyone in order to look after number one.

King of Crime has more twists and turns packed into its 100 minutes than most series of television – adding elements of the spy thriller to give it an extra edge. Perhaps it is worth watching more than once to see if you can spot its final reveal early. It really comes out of absolute nowhere, but makes sense the more you think about it.

The problems with King of Crime lays more in the execution than in the intent, taking something which should be very simple and making it unnecessarily complicated. There are a lot of layers to the story which could’ve been taken away and it wouldn’t have affected its core gangster theme. There’s a lot of brutal murders, sudden reveals and shocking twists that would’ve been more effective if they had been built up with a little more suspense. Nonetheless, considering the obvious low-budget, King of Crime is a delicious nasty little crime story that does a lot with just a handful of locations, hinting at a way forward for old-school British gangsters in a world where most crime takes place online. If anything, it’ll make you rethink your Facebook privacy settings.

King of Crime is out in cinemas across the UK on Friday, November 2nd.

Peterloo

Mike Leigh has chosen the form of chronological historical narrative for his latest film. As I write this, I am wracking my brains to name a historical drama with it’s primary subject rooted in working class history. Representation of workers on film in any century prior to the twentieth are usually given in cozy form as good honest (or feckless) folk who know their place in the social order. Adaptions of Dickens or Hardy novels on film are perhaps the closest we get to portrayals of the ordinary citizen, but even these have a tendency to stray into either bathos or comedy relief. That’s why a major British film about a hugely significant event in workers history is both welcome and necessary.

Leigh has taken pains to tell this story in great detail and this makes for a long film at nearly two hours. The time taken to place the events of 16th August 1819 in a political and historical context pays off. We understand the hierarchy of 19th century Britain: the painstaking lengths that politicians and law enforcers go to maintain the stats quo has hardly changed. These efforts are fuelled by the twin paranoias of the French and American revolutions where the people did indeed overthrow their governors. Despite the sacrifice made by the common soldier in the recent Napoleonic Wars, here personified by Jospeh (David Moorst) returning home to his family, it is the leaders who are rewarded financially by parliament. The common people are left starving after the passing of the corn laws led to a ban on cheap imported grain.

Unfairness is meted out at every turn to a community of mill workers that is warmly represented by Leigh. Wages are reduced, work is lost due to mechanisation, beautifully realised in song by the Singing Weaver (Dorothy Atkinson), cramped living conditions, harsh statutes and punishment for minor misdemeanours. Top of this list, (as it affects all the others), is lack of representation. Large urban areas grouped together with one distant MP and no vote for the working people to determine who governs them.

We witness the lead up to the massacre and the massacre itself through the eyes of Nellie (Maxine Peake) Joshua (Pearce Quigley) and their family, the agitators and reformers and the area’s magistrates and constable.

The preparations for the march by reformers Joseph Johnson (Tim Gill), Samuel Bamford (Neil Bell), Mary Files (Rachel Finnegan), John Knight (Philip Jackson), John Thacker Saxton (John-Paul Hurley) and Richard Carlile (Joseph Kloska) are shown in a mixture of public and private meetings. Arguments for reform are place carefully in passionate dialogue and speeches, leaving the viewer a clear picture of what was at stake.

This period saw the establishment of the Manchester Female Reform Society and Leigh places this group of women front and centre of the action.

Excitement mixed with discord characterises Nellie’s family’s approach to the upcoming rally. The men excitedly report information gleaned at meetings and Nellie questions how this event will change anything. At times, this dialogue is a little clunky even in the mouth of an actress as skilled as Peake, but this can be forgiven in light of the directors mission to have his audience understand their history. Magistrates, MP’s Royalty and the military collude with spies in order to build a coalition in order to combat the “enemy”, of a section of the populace planning a riot. A superbly revolting Prince Regent (Tim McInnery) proclaims to his government ministers “I know what the people want better than they know themselves”. The common people are infantilised and oppressed by a system that sees them merely as cannon or factory fodder.

The anticipation for an opportunity to affect change is mournfully and elegantly shot by Dick Pope as workers march on Saddleworth Moor, practise instruments and prepare to bring their whole families on this ‘day out’. What began in their minds as a peaceful protest and demand for equality of opportunity turns into a nightmare skilfully edited by Jon Gregory to reveal Leigh’s intention of personalising an impersonal sabre charge at an innocent group of unarmed people. There are a number of shots of sabres begin wielded from horseback towards a single figure. This is resonant of the famous 1984/85 miners strike photograph of Lesley Bolton about to be struck by a police baton. We are reminded in the simplicity of focus, capturing punching, swiping and beating bystanders to the ground, of other confrontations where the government has used the army or law enforcement officers as an instrument of the state.

Indeed, these events are inescapably pertinent to the current state of the nation, disenfranchisement of large parts of the north of the UK, a disaffection with governance and the seeming march backwards to the divisions and inequalities of the 19th century. This is history firmly reminding us of what went before to illuminate where we are now. A call to arms, a disenfranchisement rousing roar of a film that deserves our full attention.

Peterloo is out in cinema across the UK on Friday, November 2nd. Available on VoD in March,

Apostle

When discussing his latest feature, writer-director Gareth Evans has expressed his desire to “make something that fits within [the] British folk horror tradition”. With Apostle, a grisly story of an opiate-addicted former missionary sent to a secluded Welsh island to rescue his sister from the fanatical inhabitants who have kidnapped her, Evans’s desire has been thoroughly realised.

The premise brings Robin Hardy’s The Wicker Man to mind, though if you thought Hardy’s film was shocking, wait until you’ve seen Evans’s. Gone are the bizarre folk music interludes of the 1973 classic, in their place extended scenes of blood-letting and skull-boring. In some ways, Apostle is more akin to the Hostel series than the comparatively quaint world of British folk horror, but what it does retain of its The Wicker Man-influence is a sense of mystery, human sacrifice for the Earth and creepy masks!

Even before he arrives on Erisden, Thomas Richardson (Dan Stevens) is forced to decipher clues as to how to survive and navigate the island. His mission, as a drugged-up, faithless Neil Howie, continues in this vein for at least half the film’s runtime before turning more to the supernatural and the savage.

In this way, Apostle also recalls Ben Wheatley’s Kill List (2011), beginning as one beast before morphing into another bloody and brutal creature entirely. Michael Reeves’s Witchfinder General (1968) and Ken Russell’s The Devils (1971) round out Evans’s confirmed influences, though the barn-like dwelling of Her (Sharon Morgan) evokes the thorny labyrinthine maze of Carcosa from True Detective season one.

To Evans’s credit, the mythology of Her, a perverse personification of Mother Nature, is never over-explained, though what is revealed bears similarities to the abduction of Persephone, the daughter of Zeus and Demeter, by Hades: infatuated with his niece, Hades abducted Persephone (with the despicable Zeus’s aid, it must be noted) before tricking her into returning to the underworld each year by feeding her blood-red pomegranate seeds. Whilst Persephone was gone, Demeter neglected the Earth to search for her daughter, causing Greece’s crops to perish and leaving its people on the brink of starvation.

Like Hades, Prophet Malcolm and his right-hand man Quinn (Michael Sheen and Mark Lewis Jones, respectively) abduct Her after discovering her on the Utopian Erisden. They imprison her and force her to consume the blood of animals (and later humans), which they figure begets the island’s vegetation to grow. When this fails, leaving Erisden’s inhabitants hungry and broken, Quinn ousts Prophet Malcolm as the leader of the commune, his plan to keep Her sustained involving not pomegranate seeds but seed of another very different kind.

Evans and long-time collaborator Matt Flannery capture some majestic imagery amongst the broken bones and bloodshed, and in wholly inventive ways. During a flashback to Thomas’s missionary work in Peking, Flannery’s camera begins upside down, inverting a burning cross as Thomas’s world is flipped on its head and his faith in God is shattered. One point-of-view shot, as a man’s skull cracks in a vice and semi-transparent crimson blotches the screen, is nauseating and horrific in equal measure.

Bill Milner and Kristine Froseth’s performances aren’t quite up to the same standard as those given by Dan Stevens, Michael Sheen, and Mark Lewis Jones, but Sebastian McCheyne as The Grinder is Apostle’s standout star. A beehive-like mask covering his entire head and face, McCheyne hobbles around his house of horrors like a murderous Quasimodo or deranged ape. He’s perhaps not an instant horror icon, but is possibly Apostle’s most memorable aspect, alongside its sheer amount of violence and gore. Likewise, Apostle isn’t an instant horror classic, but will probably go down as an underrated and underseen gem.

Apostle is available to view exclusively on Netflix from Friday, October 12th.

Winter Ridge

Tragedy strikes somewhere in dark and quiet rural Britain. And it’s a double whammy for detective Ryan Barnes (Matt Hookings). His wife is in a comma following a major car accident. On top of that, he has to investigate an increasingly sinister murder spree, in which the victims seem to have one common trait: they are old and vulnerable. Not even the idyllic backdrop can offset the toxic mix of personal drama and professional test than has befallen the young and good-looking Ryan.

It’s hard to avoid clichés in a detective and serial killer thriller, yet Winter Ridge carefully dodges all predictable twists and empty platitudes. This isn’t your average adrenaline-inducing action indie. This is a multilayered and profound endeavour dealing with a very serious and complex condition: Alzheimer’s Disease.

It turns out that all the murder victims suffer from some degree of dementia, and the quality of their lives is increasingly precarious. This raises a lot of questions. why would anyone target such vulnerable people? Are these mercy killings? Or are there pecuniary interests? Is someone playing God? Or is there a far more sinister explanation?

The doctor caring for the Alzheimer’s patients Joanne Hill (Hannah Waddington) has a succinct explanation for their affliction: “when the sun dims so too can consciousness; that’s an evolutionary trait we’ve all inherited but for Alzheimers patients it’s far more heightened”. The fallibility of memory is a recurring theme throughout the movie. Alan Ford (who is beginning to look a lot like Lord Heseltine) delivers an outstanding performance as Dales Jacobs, whose advanced condition means that he’s constantly and desperately searching for his long-gone wife, and often fails to recognise his own granddaughter. He confesses to Ryan that he can remember what he read on a pebble years ago, yet often forgets far more recent and significant events. “It’s the small things that we remember”, he sums it up. Dales’s awareness of his condition and the inescapable prospect of deterioration make his predicament far more harrowing. And it isn’t just his mind that doesn’t work properly. His shaky fingers no longer allow him to paint the impressive countryside.

The action/drama takes place in the fictitious town of Black Rock. In reality, Winter Ridge is filmed in the North Devon. The dramatic coast is the perfect backdrop to these psychological thriller. The “ridge” in the movie title is a film character per se. The mountain range is a watershed, in both the metaphorical and the literal sense. The craggy geography of Southwest England will help to decide the fate of the most important characters. But that’s all I can tell you without spoiling the film.

The final sequence recycles a trope you will recognise from many mainstream movies, yet it very original in its execution, and the denouement is entirely unpredictable.

This is a filmic study of grief, loneliness, altruism, self-pity, accountability and the very meaning of life. These complex topics are delivered all with a small dose of adrenaline injected directly into your veins. In other words, Winter Ridge is good fun that’s not empty on the inside.

Winter Ridge is out in UK cinemas on Wednesday, September 5th. The movie was self-distributed by Camelot Productions, and it’s showing in more than 25 locations across the country – a remarkable achievement in terms of independent theatrical distribution.

Apostasy

This is as close as you will probably ever get to the heart of a Jehovah’s Witness (unless you are a Jehovah’s Witness yourself). Apostasy offers the opportunity to wear the trousers and the shoes of a Jehovah’s Witness mother as she is forced decide between her faith and her daughters. Sounds clichéd? Well, it isn’t. The realistic and non-judgemental tone of Dan Kokotajlo’s first feature film ensures for a heart wrenching ride entirely devoid of stereotypes. It’s sobering and enlightening without resorting to saccharine and exploitative devices. The British director is a defector of the Christian sect himself, so this is undoubtedly also a very personal endeavour.

Ivanna (Siobhan Finneran, whose performance must be strongly commended) and her two daughters Luisa (Sacha Parkinson) and Alex (Molly Wright) live somewhere in suburban Manchester, and they are devout Jehovah’s Witnesses, bonded by “The Truth”. Being a Jehovah Witness means that you are entirely devout to your faith. There is no in-between.

The religion demands integral adherence to its principles, which includes the virtual disconnection to those unfamiliar with “The Truth” (their doctrine), and also the prohibition of blood transfusion. The problem is that Alex is anaemic and requires a transfusion, while Luisa becomes infatuated with a non-believer. Will Ivanna end up on her own, or are there ways of reconciling her strict faith with the “tragic” predicament of the two young girls?

Made on a budget of just £500,000, Apostasy is an extremely austere film, and not just in the financial sense. The tone is extremely somber, harsh and stern. The performances are stoical, the camera movements are scarce and sparse. The locations are bleak and soulless, including the church on a desolate roadside, persistently filmed from exactly the same angle. This is by no means a criticism of the film. This is a very conscious and appropriate creative choice. Apostasy is a masterpiece of acerbity and austerity. Dan Kokotajlo feels like some sort of British version of Austrian filmmaker Ulrich Seidl – minus the sexually deviant element. To me, this is no mean feat: Seidl is the most important living movie director in the world.

One of the moments in the film a lot of people might recognise is when the two girls wear a hijab and knock at the neighbours’ door speaking Urdu, having somehow found out that they come from Pakistan. Proselytism is key to the survival of Jehovah’s Witnesses, and so followers are constantly in the active search of new converts. Who hasn’t had a Jehovah Witness knocking on their door on a Sunday morning? I remember when they came to my place a few years ago preaching about paradise and eternal life in broken Portuguese. Somehow (and only Jehovah knows how) they found out that I come from Brazil, and wanted to seduce me into their cult by speaking my mother tongue.

The film also includes many nuggets of knowledge about the ultra insular religion, which also makes it for very informative viewing. You will learn that Jesus was killed on an upright wooden stick, making the cross a pagan symbol, that eternal life and paradise are only available to those who follows “The Truth”, and that Disfellowshipment is synonymous with immediate and total rupture with followers. The preachers (known as “Elders”, and always male) chastise followers for voicing own opinions. The “New System” is depicted in a puerile television representation, which brings Ivanna to tears: jolly people mingle with animals in verdant hills, just like the images you might recognise from brochures.

Apostasy is out in cinemas across the UK on Friday, July 27th. Not to be missed – whether you are profoundly religious or a staunch sceptic like myself. This is universal cinema at its best.

Another film about Jehovah Witness faith and blood transfusion is coming up in September. Stay tuned for our dirty review of Children Act (Richard Eyre), starring Emma Thompson.

Swimming with Men

A small group of British men of all colours, shapes and girths get together in a field not often associated with males. They have to overcome their own prejudices, to challenge orthodox notions of masculinity as well as to face objections from their family and friends. What they are doing raises a lot of eyebrows. They have to dance, rotate, swivel, do a little acrobatics and look entertaining for a large cheering audience. And they are wearing skimpy clothes. And the action culminates with a Tom Jones song. Sounds familiar? No, this is not Peter Cattaneo’s The Full Monty (1997). This is Oliver Parker’s Swimming with Men. Basically, the difference between the two is that the gear doesn’t come off at the end. And the Tom Jones song is It’s a Man’s World instead of You Can Leave Your Hat On.

Eric Scott (Rob Brydon) is having a mid-life crisis. He can no longer connect with his wife. He’s convinced that she’s cheating on him, and he feels intimidated that she has an elected job at the local council. His job as an accountant is banal and mundane. Swimming becoming his only venting outlet. He becomes part of an all-male, middle-aged, amateur synchronised swimming team, a sport normally associated with women. What initially looks like an uncompromising hobby suddenly becomes the central pillar of Eric’s life, a predicament not dissimilar to the other seven men’s. Then the unthinkable happens: the group is invited to take part in the unofficial World Championship of Male Synchronised Swimming. But could they win the tournament, thereby overcoming their personal fears and barriers and also honouring Britain with the unusual and novel prize?

Swimming With Men is a feel-good tale about ageing and finding redemption in sports. It has all the ingredients of a conventional romcom, such the sexually insecure protagonist seeking to rekindle some sort of affection, and finding an very awkward solution to the problem. There’s also a like bit of British patriotism, but thankfully not enough to poison anyone. The director was careful to avoid an all-English film by creating a Welsh character. The choice of Welsh singer Tom Jones to top the film soundtrack is no coincidence. Most significantly, this is a film that challenges ageism and body fascism. The eight males learn not to be embarrassed of their real bodies in all of their dirtylicious imperfections. There’s nothing ugly about “wilting like a flower”. It can be done gracefully and with confidence.

I am surprised that Swimming With Men only received a 12 certificate. I think that this is a film perfectly suitable for children. I don’t remember seeing drugs and discriminatory language. Perhaps it’s the bit about imitable behaviour! You probably wouldn’t want your children engaging in dangerous manly acrobatics, would you? I would hazard a guess the Oliver Parker was disappointed.

Swimming with Men is out in cinemas across the UK on Friday, July 5th. It’s out on VoD on Monday, November 5th

Eaten by Lions

It’s hard to summarise this film as anything but a British Wes Anderson. Widened shots of piers and roads, acerbic dialogue, sardonic dealings of death (particularly when Pete throws his Gran’s ashes to avoid arrest over a beach bridge), a tasteful use of The Velvet Underground and luminous uses of yellow trousers matching the Parisien dark coats of the two main characters. So far, so Anderson, right?

But the film has such a nice level of frisson and joie de vivre, it works on its own terms as a piece. It’s a delightfully postmodern look at the classic tale of boy searching for his father. The film has many visual highlights, but it is the engagement party (which includes a reading from Omar’s mothers’ diary) that stands as the most memorable. During a mass confusion in, Pete and Omar unwittingly accuse a man of sleeping with their mother – the wrong man, even though incidentally he did cheat on his wife!

The film delves into the topics of infidelity and paternal abandonment with the thickest tongue-in-cheek, darkly flippant and ironic tone. “She had those eyes, almost as if something was wrong with her” Irfan (Asim Chaudry) tells Omar (Antonio Aakeel) about meeting Omar’s mother. Aakeel and Chaudry are on fine form, but Jack Carroll, playing the disabled Pete, is the real scene-stealer. Simply watching him trying to act anything but impish in a seduction scene (across from the sultry Natalie Davies) shows a comedic talent that stands beside the decided discomfiture of Peter Sellers and Stan Laurel.

Kevin Eldon, Johnny Vegas and Hayley Tammaddon punch up the supporting cast with strong supporting performances, with the right hint of subtle xenophobia. Despite his background, Omar’s foster mother suggests that he belong with “his own” (pointing to his Indian father), a particularly potent and shocking moment and one that supports an exclusivist England that voted for Brexit and one that touches on an all too potent nerve.

But it’s the way the film is shot and edited that proves the film’s selling point. Those long crane shots over a dawning beach, a blue silhouette of aquatic location and a kaleidoscope of flaming fireworks complete a cyclical montage of psychedelic pictures. Bar the thick Southern English accents, this film brims with the frisson of Nouvelle Vague. And it’s one Wes Anderson would struggle to beat!

Eaten by Lions showed at the Edinburgh International Film Festival in 2018, when this piece was originally written. It’s out in cinemas across the country on Friday, March 29th. On VoD on Monday, July 22nd, and then on VoD on Monday, July 29th.

Gun No 6

With gun violence on the rise in Britain, it is the right time for a documentary that tackles the subject. And while Gun No 6 is mostly covering decades-old crimes, it has a resonance with an issue that still hasn’t been resolved. It features a group of ex-offenders reenacting each time that the titular weapon has been used since the outlawing of handguns post-Dunblaine school massacre in Scotland in 1996. This is interspersed with interviews with families of victims and the police.

This sounds grim, though at a lean 75 minutes we really only get fragments of stories to form a wider picture. With such a premise you would be forgiven for expecting a British version of Act of Killing (Joshua Oppenheimer, 2013). There is little such attempt to change or rehabilitate through filmmaking, but rather an opportunity for people who have already come out to help others to learn from their own mistakes.

When the men are allowed to just speak and live their truth it starts to get at something. You wish they were permitted the space to talk more directly about their own experiences than events that they weren’t personally involved in. But in taking a holistic approach to British gun violence it makes the case that these incidents of violence are the same. When confronted with police reports about the crimes in question, the names and specifics change, but the motivating factors are largely the same no matter who is behind the trigger.

This is a film that neither sensationalises nor tries to blame the media/music for violence. Rather, it presents an interesting determinism vs free-will dichotomy every time someone is asked why these events took place. They talk about the lure of easy money, coming from estates. Some say they knew the difference between good and bad and made and active choice. Director James Newton isn’t interested in systemic racism or the particulars of the drug trade. He’s more concerned with the psychology of the men in these moments, the obsession with power, the desperation to become someone else. One of the perpetrators constantly talks about the gun as in a constant conversation, ‘speaking to him’. It’s like the Nas song I Gave You Power, the subject describing how holding his weapon would inform every interaction he would make.

The style is BBC bait, slick and watchable, white rooms for the interviews, dark nighttime reconstructions for contrast. There’s a heavy Alan Clarke’s short film Elephant (1989) influence on the use of tracking shots for the reconstructions. They are simple: we watch men walk to their target and shoot. It doesn’t particularly add to our understanding of these people’s psychology in the way that Clarke’s film, or Gus Van San’s 2003 quasi-remake did, by protracting these shots until they took on other meanings. But Gun No. 6 is going for accessibility, not art house. That damages the film’s form, but means that it will have better potential reach. One wonders the impact that this film has playing in front of the affluent audiences at Sheffield Doc/Fest. This is the kind of film that needs to be shown in schools, to large groups of teens at the same impressionable age. Hopefully it will find the right crowd for its well meaning, if not particularly groundbreaking messages.

Gun No. 6 is showing at the Sheffield Doc/Fest taking place June 7th to 12th.