Pig
Zenith
Maximum Shame
Three more from the Sci-Fi London film festival. Again. I don't know if any of these are scheduled for UK release.
Pig was by far the best I saw there this year. Although a genre picture, it is one that is no way clichéd.
A man wakes up alone in the middle of the desert with a black hood on his head and his hands tied behind his back. At death’s door, he is discovered by a woman living alone in the desert and is nursed back to health. Upon regaining consciousness, the man realises he has amnesia, and has no idea who he is. I won't give away any more of the plot, not just for the sake of spoilers, but also because the subtle way in which the plot is revealed (one heavy handed plot turn aside), is one of the main joys of this small gem of a film. It's a very low budget feature, but what it lacks in action and special effects, it more than makes up for in intrigue, tension, a good central concept, deft story telling and a towering central performance from Rudolph Martin. One or two aspects are ambiguous and require a small leap of faith, but this is in no way to the film's detriment.
Recommended.
Zenith seemed to me to be a film contrived to be a cult hit. It's a conspiracy thriller, set in a dystopian future, where unhappiness has been genetically eliminated and there is a thriving black market in old drugs sought by those needing to feel the pain of the drugs side effects side effects. The audience has the opportunity of further involvement with the film at a tie in website (
www.stopzenith.com). It has all the ingredients of a cult hit, but I found it all a bit half arsed.
I'm a bit pissed off that I chose to see this over You Are Here, the début feature from Canadian video artist Daniel Cockburn. both looked good from the synopses in the program, but in hindsight I think I made the wrong choice.
Maximum Shame caused several members of the audience to walk out. It's sort of one part trash culture, one part Lewis Carrol, one part apocalyptic nightmare, one part surrealist oddity, one part fetishist's ball, several parts incoherent mess. The acting seems to have been inspired by the likes of Donna Kerness and Mink Stole, but that is not to suggest that it offers any of the pleasures of a Kuchar brothers or John Waters film. Maybe fans of Nick Zedd might like it. I stayed to the end, but think those that walked probably did the right thing