You've had to feel sorry for the Scottish Board of Tourism when the nation's film industry started to do robust business. Normally a successful film industry would be great for a country's image, but in the case of Scotland, it seems, well, counterproductive. After all, most of the films depict a country overrun with skinheaded thugs who address everyone as "foocking coont" before drinking large amounts of beer and vowing to beat into a bloody pulp anyone who so much as looks at them cross-eyed. It's as if the United States were represented solely by the Quentin Tarantino oeuvre, minus the Hollywood glamour. The latest import from the land of the thistle is no different, but it does at least take the time to show us why we... More >>>
Douglas Henshall is little Orphan Michael in this fine swig of Scottish cinema.