The title of this movie gives the impression of something dark, tight, psychological and on the very edge of acceptable cinema. I’d say the last statement is most definitely true, it is on the edge of acceptable cinema, because it contains mediocre acting, a confused and torn script, and no conviction.
It’s a shame because there is a message in there, and the lead character does manage to say it in no uncertain terms during the movie, and that’s because he has to. There’s really no other way to get to the moral of this tale through the confusion.
The second of the opening scenes remind me of the British Television advertisement for a certain directory assistance number, cheesy 70’s outfits, hairstyles and moustaches. The section is supposed to portray events in the past, and from the beginning you can see the poor acting. There is much overplaying to the camera, and scenes of actors looking as though they’re trying to find something to do to fill the time until the Director yells cut.
The first of the scenes is equally as bad and amusing, but then we are expected to see that as it is supposed to be an old cheesy horror movie. Some grounding an basis for the entire movie, but also to show us the level of gore that we’re going to be seeing. There’s nothing slick or costly about the effects, they are cheap and cheerful, and although some might be deemed shocking, there’s nothing really off-putting in the movie.
From these opening segments we return to the present day to find the ex-laird of Glenbogle (another British Television event) is indulging in some rather frisky behaviour, obviously in a desperate attempt to try and shed his previous TV nice guy image. It fails though, and throughout this movie he sticks out like a sore thumb.
The script is so confused that scenes just seem to happen out of nowhere. For instance suddenly we’re all outside and there’s a huge audience of onlookers watching events. This from the previous premise where we were all in a house being filmed by webcams. This is probably the best example of the confusion we were shown and felt.
It attempts, from an early stage, to address some issues on the Internet, freedom of speech, the fact that anyone can broadcast anything online. Yet it stumbles over them, readdresses them through the script, and doesn’t really say much about them by the end of the movie. In fact at the end it seems to take a totally different tract altogether, and doesn’t seem to have been about anything at all. Very confusing.
Add to all this that it’s filmed poorly and seems to have been thrown together editing wise, and it’s an altogether awful movie. IMDB lists this as still in Post Production, and perhaps we were treated to an early cut at the Edinburgh Film Festival 2005, who knows. It was just bad.
There were two moments though that actually got my feelings moving. One was when the ex-laird Alistair Mackenzie sits down at a computer while his girlfriend is away for the evening, starts a can of lager, and pulls up Google with a search for some porn. By the time he’s on his third can you can see the searches getting worse. This actually raised a good laugh from the audience, and was something you could instantly connect to.
The second was a stabbing scene late on in the movie, a man is stabbed in the stomach, all the time you see his muscles moving and there doesn’t look to be a special effect in sight. That was unnerving and is probably the only scene where you would consider the possibility that it was living up to its title.
I won’t go on. There’s nothing to redeem this movie bar a laugh and an awkward moment. I’d avoid like the title should have suggested.