Gareth Tunley draws top-notch performances from a distinguished cast, while spinning a story about mental illness into the hunt for a double-killer. How he managed it on what is obviously a small budget I have no idea. The word here is quality, from everyone involved.
Tom Meeton is a crumpled detective landed with trying to find a double-murderer. A couple have been shot in their own home, but appear to have run towards their assailant, even when shot several times? Why would they do that? Meeton's flawed detective Chris goes undercover to try and find the chief suspect. But as Chris gives a psychiatrist a cover story, only to secretly sift files in her office as he looks for leads, he starts to question his own role in the case. He professes to be an unemployed man who has no life, and when we see him marooned in a poky flat, being brought bottles of vodka by his partner/best friend it seems his cover story is being played by the book.
But as his search for the killer takes him to a second doctor, it appears there may be more than one murderer in this beguiling journey into our troubled anti-hero's psyche. This is a low-budget film, but one with considerable talent behind it. The haunting soundtrack by Waen Shepherd is almost a character in its own right, and as Chris struggles to keep his own sanity he appears to be becoming the cover story he has created for the purpose of trapping the killer. Or as an inquisitive party-goer suggests, maybe he is just an ordinary lost man, and the shrinks have made him think he really is a policeman.
As he draws closer to his main suspect called Coulson, his quarry turns the tables by suggesting the two shrinks, Drs Fisher and Morland are in fact the guilty parties here, and they are out to steal the mind of an unsuspecting patient as an exercise in psychological body-snatching? Is Coulson mad, or has he in fact stumbled upon the real culprit/s? There are no easy answers to this haunting mystery, but the performance by Meeton in the lead role is one that will stay with you long after the credits, while the rest of the cast never strike a false note.
It would be good for once, just once, if the UK's so-called marketeers would pull their fingers out of their backsides and put some muscle into promoting a minor gem like this instead of throwing their weight behind yet another James Bond blockbuster made for $200m. Just a thought, people, just a thought. Go see it. It's well worth the effort.
Tom Meeton is a crumpled detective landed with trying to find a double-murderer. A couple have been shot in their own home, but appear to have run towards their assailant, even when shot several times? Why would they do that? Meeton's flawed detective Chris goes undercover to try and find the chief suspect. But as Chris gives a psychiatrist a cover story, only to secretly sift files in her office as he looks for leads, he starts to question his own role in the case. He professes to be an unemployed man who has no life, and when we see him marooned in a poky flat, being brought bottles of vodka by his partner/best friend it seems his cover story is being played by the book.
But as his search for the killer takes him to a second doctor, it appears there may be more than one murderer in this beguiling journey into our troubled anti-hero's psyche. This is a low-budget film, but one with considerable talent behind it. The haunting soundtrack by Waen Shepherd is almost a character in its own right, and as Chris struggles to keep his own sanity he appears to be becoming the cover story he has created for the purpose of trapping the killer. Or as an inquisitive party-goer suggests, maybe he is just an ordinary lost man, and the shrinks have made him think he really is a policeman.
As he draws closer to his main suspect called Coulson, his quarry turns the tables by suggesting the two shrinks, Drs Fisher and Morland are in fact the guilty parties here, and they are out to steal the mind of an unsuspecting patient as an exercise in psychological body-snatching? Is Coulson mad, or has he in fact stumbled upon the real culprit/s? There are no easy answers to this haunting mystery, but the performance by Meeton in the lead role is one that will stay with you long after the credits, while the rest of the cast never strike a false note.
It would be good for once, just once, if the UK's so-called marketeers would pull their fingers out of their backsides and put some muscle into promoting a minor gem like this instead of throwing their weight behind yet another James Bond blockbuster made for $200m. Just a thought, people, just a thought. Go see it. It's well worth the effort.