production, God’s Own Country by newcomer Francis Lee. Most recently, Wyatt worked his subtle magic on last year’s most critically acclaimed U.K. Wyatt’s credits date way back to 1980 and include a slew of Peter Greenaway extravaganzas, E Elias Merhige’s Shadow of the Vampire (the editing of which was legendarily problematic), Charlie Brooker’s cult TV horror Dead Set and notable British indies such as Shane Meadows’ Dead Man’s Shoes and This Is England, Carole Morley’s The Falling and Yann Demange’s ’71. Much credit for this must go to Calibre‘s invisible MVP, editor Chris Wyatt - yet another instance of a rookie director benefiting massively from being paired with an old-hand. And while there are occasional plausibility issues that surface during the remaining 80-odd minutes, most audiences will be too gripped by the dread-drenched developments to notice or much care. Vaughn and Marcus’ decision not to immediately report what has happened to the authorities is the crux upon which Palmer’s whole screenplay hinges. Accidental and tragic complications rapidly ensue. After a very boozy first night in a village pub with the (mostly) friendly locals, the hungover duo head off into the forest to bag some game. That Vaughn is shown being waved off on the doorstep of their suburban home by his pregnant wife Anna (Olivia Morgan) will strike an ominous note for those even passingly familiar with the tropes of genre cinema. Striking out into unfamiliar territory has its hazards, of course, as longtime buddies Vaughn (Jack Lowden) and Marcus (Martin McCann) learn when venturing into the Caledonian wilds for a couple days’ shooting.
He takes well-remembered 1970s classics like Straw Dogs, Deliverance and The Wicker Man as his obvious templates before wisely heading off in original directions of his own.
Having turned out a handful of widely traveled shorts over the past dozen years including Island (2007) and The Gas Man (2014), Palmer graduates to a bigger canvas with confident aplomb here.
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