In Fabric

A wildly inventive and unashamedly British affair, Strickland’s latest film mixes tacky 1970s aesthetics with several workplaces – a large clothing store, a personal loans company and a washing machine repair firm. Clothing emporium Dentley & Soper is run on a series of arcane regulations, obedience to the seemingly arbitrary rules for conduct of personnel at Waingel’s Bank is encouraged by smarmy middle management types Stash and Clive (Julian Barrett and Steve Oram) while washing machine repair firm Slaverton’s Wash insists any personnel who mend their own machines must do so on the firm’s books.

Although the film is constructed on the portmanteau template used in many horror films, whether it’s a horror movie as such rather than a very strange and stylish arthouse movie is open to debate. Loosely linked narratives are woven around serial characters – Waingel’s employee Sheila (Marianne Jean-Baptiste), Slaverton’s repair man Reg Speaks (Leo Bill) and his fiancée Babs (Hayley Squires). Each of them one way or another in turn acquires the dress. Sheila is a middle-aged wife whose husband has left her and whose adult son is living at home. She wants the dress to impress potential blind dates. Reg is given the item to wear on his drunken stag night and Babs stumbles upon the garment in their home.

The dress seems to possess a life of its own, moving along floors, slinking under doors, hovering in domestic spaces, causing washing machines to break down when it’s put in a load and occasionally even hurling itself at people. It also appears in some bizarre dreams and causes its wearers to develop nasty chest rashes.

Yet, except at the most perfunctory level. Strickland’s interest doesn’t lie exclusively with the the mechanics of the horror movie. The director is fascinated by petty corporate rules and regulations, and their verbal manifestations. Dentley & Soper shop assistant Miss Luckmoore (Fatma Mohamed from director Strickland’s earlier The Duke Of Burgundy, 2014, Berberian Sound Studio, 2012 and Katalin Varga, 2009) spouts her own esoteric sales patter scarcely comprehensible to the average shopper. Stash and Clive constantly refer to Waingel’s rules on employee conduct while Reg appears to go into a trance state whenever he starts to talk in detailed technical language about issues with specific washing machines, as if reciting a pre-written speech from an unseen technical manual.

A further fascination with surface is evident throughout the piece. Little sequences comprise runs of static photos shot on film, announcing that the sales season has started or a newspaper page informing us that the woman who originally modelled the offending dress for the Dentley & Soper catalogue has met an untimely end. The whole thing has a 1970s feel: people have telephone landlines and leave messages on each others’ answerphones, while some of the store’s shop floor graphics and promo ads couldn’t have come from any other decade. And the fastidious and highly mannered Miss Luckmoore who initially sells the dress to Sheila, is straight out of that decade.

Strangest of all is the ritual of Miss Luckmoore and several colleagues, seen in the Dentley & Soper TV promo ad, which seems to consist of a group dance luring customers into the store like a coven of witches in pursuit of some nefarious purpose. At night, Luckmoore removes a wig to reveal a bald head then crawls foetus position-like into a dumb waiter and descends, only to ascend back to the same room the following morning. The store and its highly cultured staff seems like a distant cousin to the malevolent witches’ coven running the dance school in the Suspiria (Dario Argento, 1977) and given Strickland’s early essay on Italian giallo horror film making Berberian Sound Studio (2012), that connection may be no accident, underlined by Cavern of Anti-Matter’s highly eclectic musical score. Incidentally, the lower echelons of the cast include sometime David Lynch soundtrack composer Barry Adamson (as Zach, one of Shelia’s dates) and improvisational musician and Strickland alumnus Adam Bohman.

There’s much here to satisfy a variety of tastes – whether you admire classic giallo horror, lurid seventies material or arthouse movies in general. Critical favourite Strickland is slowly developing a fascinating body of work. In Fabric, odd and off-kilter though it may be, is as impressive as anything else he’s done. Don’t miss.

In Fabric is out in the UK on Friday, June 28th. On Curzon Home Cinema in August.

Tucked

Are you straight? So is spaghetti – ‘til it gets hot and sticky.

What’s the difference between your wife and your job? After five years, your job will still suck.

These are but two of the dirty jokes in the small club stage repertoire of ageing drag queen Jackie (Derren Nesbitt), 74. He performs in a huge black beehive wig, he drives home without it, in his kitchen he collapses on the floor. His doctor (Ruben Crow) later tells him he has an aggressive form of cancer and only six to seven weeks left to live.

Another night. His manager Alex (Joss Porter) asks Jackie to show the ropes to a new performer Faith (Jordan Stephens), 21, so called “because everyone needs a bit of Faith in their lives, darling”. The pair of them get knocked down in an altercation with three queen-bashing men in the alleyway outside the club. When Jackie later discovers Faith is homeless and sleeping in his car, he offers the boy a place to stay. All above board and nothing untoward going on (Jackie later allays Alex’s fears he and the boy might be having sex).

Pictures of a girl in Jackie’s flat spark Faith into a conversation about Jackie’s daughter Lily to whom Jackie hasn’t spoken for 10 years. Jackie likes dressing in women’s clothes but also likes women: Faith is outrageously gay and shocked to find Jackie isn’t. Faith thinks Jackie should tell his daughter that he’s dying. Faith introduces Jackie to Facebook so he can find the estranged Lily and re-establish contact with her. But there’s a problem: Jackie fell out badly with his wife/Jackie’s mother when she inadvertently came home one day to find him dancing round the house in her wedding dress – and when she died, he skipped the funeral believing he wasn’t wanted there.

In the end, it falls to Faith to track down daughter Lily (April Pearson) because Jackie isn’t too skilled with computers. Faith wishes to enable the pair to attempt their difficult-seeming reconciliation. In the meantime, Faith helps Jackie with his bucket list – a lap dance with a 20-something girl in a strip joint (a charming turn by Lucy Jane Quinlan), a chest tattoo, a near disastrous visit to a drugs dealer (an hilarious, single scene Steve Oram) in a block of flats.

There have been many British films earnestly trying to deal with issues of gender identity and a lot of them are terrible. This one breaks the mould. It’s beautifully conceived and written by its director Jamie Patterson and superbly cast, the bit parts not only with obvious star turn Oram but also comparative unknowns like Crow, Pearson, Porter and Quinlan, the two lead roles with rising singing star Stephens (who also gets one number on the soundtrack) and octogenarian Nesbitt, hitherto best-known as the Gestapo officer in Where Eagles Dare (Brian G. Hutton, 1968).

The film commendably avoids cliché and grapples not so much with gender issues, which it takes in its stride, but more with death and dying – and what really matters about our lives in the end when we’re gone. This is a tiny movie with a near no-budget advertising campaign, so you’re unlikely to hear about it via the usual channels and probably won’t see it unless you seek it out. Please do so, though, because it’s well worth the effort and exceeds all expectations. Plus, it’s periodically peppered with numerous memorable, two-line, question-and-answer style dirty jokes. It’s not a comedy, yet it’s very funny in places. And heartfelt and genuinely probing in others. Don’t miss.

Tucked is out in the UK on Friday, May 17th. On DVD and VoD in September (2018). On Netflix in October 2020.