"The bigger point that the ecstasy generation were primarily out for number one is firmly made. But these vignettes are too thin to properly prime us for what to expect when the Poacher turns up, fuming after David strangles his dog. Still, a darkly funny duel takes hold David desperate to escape; the Poacher withholding his jerrycan of scrumpy, intent on dousing him instead in embittered discourse."
"Williamson, exuding ponderous menace in the role, is reminiscent of Michael Smiley. There is only one important plot development, but it leads to a hilariously staged rampage on the forest trails that dips close to folk horror. Director John Minton finally gets to go all in with his ostentatious visuals: where he was hunkered down doing impressionistic closeups of bugs in headlights in the early stages, he now lets rip with the full lysergic 21-gun salute, soundtracked to a wild organ version of Ravel's Bolero."
Produced by Geoff Barrow, the debut feature examines 90s rave culture through the misadventures of pillhead David (Marc Bessant). Criminal flashes and a car wreck leave him at the mercy of the Poacher (Jason Williamson), who personifies broken Britain and refuses to help. The film lingers on David struggling with his seatbelt and relies on thin flashbacks that under-prepare for the Poacher's arrival. A darkly funny duel develops as David seeks escape and the Poacher withholds scrumpy while delivering embittered discourse. The climactic rampage embraces ostentatious, lysergic visuals and suggests director John Minton's music-promo visual flair, though the film feels more like an elongated music video than a full drama.
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