{"id":4442,"date":"2016-11-03T21:17:21","date_gmt":"2016-11-03T21:17:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/?p=4442"},"modified":"2016-11-03T21:22:53","modified_gmt":"2016-11-03T21:22:53","slug":"drummond-will-the","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/reviews\/drummond-will-the\/","title":{"rendered":"Drummond Will, The"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_4446\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-4446\" style=\"width: 250px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/the-drummond-will.jpg\" ><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-4446\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/the-drummond-will.jpg\" alt=\"The Drummond Will\" width=\"250\" height=\"352\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/the-drummond-will.jpg 250w, http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/the-drummond-will-63x88.jpg 63w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-4446\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Drummond Will<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Director: Alan Butterworth<br \/>\nWriters: Alan Butterworth, Sam Forster<br \/>\nStars: Mark Oosterveen, Phillip James, Jeremy Drakes<\/p>\n<p>Here in Britain we&#8217;ve always had a slightly uncomfortable relationship with &#8216;the countryside&#8217;. It&#8217;s beautiful, for sure, but frankly speaking &#8211; as far as cinema is concerned, at any rate &#8211; it&#8217;s populated by weird people and frequently dangerous. There&#8217;s a whole genre of films in which city dwellers visit rural locations and come a cropper; these metropolitan types have grown soft, is the message, and they can&#8217;t cope any more with the rawer, less sophisticated likes of, well, Wales. Or Essex. So you get the likes of <strong>The Wicker Man<\/strong>, <strong>Straw Dogs<\/strong> and <strong>Eden Lake<\/strong>, films where city slickers are burnt, sacrificed, raped, beaten up and generally made to suffer by their yokel antagonists. (It&#8217;s a genre, by the way, that isn&#8217;t unique to Britain, in Spain it&#8217;s even more evident).<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Drummond Will<\/strong> is a comedy thriller that taps into this theme, throwing in a little bit of the Coen Brothers and a large dash of <strong>Withnail and I<\/strong>. Brothers Marcus (Mark Oosterveen) and Danny (Phillip James) return home to the middle of nowhere for their father&#8217;s funeral. They discover that he&#8217;s left them a somewhat decrepit house. In that house is a wardrobe; in that wardrobe is a bag being held by a crazy old man (&#8216;Malcolm the Bastard&#8217;); and in that bag is a large amount of cash. Unfortunately, &#8216;Malcolm the Bastard&#8217; dies in an accident, starting a chain reaction which involves more accidental deaths, blackmail, murder and free-wheeling caravans. All of which is made all the more complicated by the fact that the two brothers don&#8217;t particularly like each other&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>A low budget production shot in black and white and released in 2010, this is a thoroughly entertaining and impressive little film. It has more than a little in common with the TV series <strong>The Detectorists<\/strong>, most particularly in the way it mixes shots of the rural landscapes with sharply observed comedy; although with its village populated by gay vicars, odd policemen and demented Colonels it also bears some similarity to <strong>Hot Fuzz<\/strong> (which came out a few years earlier). Technically, although the production values are variable it&#8217;s still attractive to look at and well paced, with performances that sometimes verge on the theatrical but are never grating. Recommended.<\/p>\n<p>7\/10<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Drummond Will is a comedy thriller that taps into the ambiguous relationship that we have with the countryside in Britain, throwing in a little bit of the Coen Brothers and a large dash of Withnail and I for good measure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4447,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1214,8],"tags":[1331],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4442"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4442"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4442\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4483,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4442\/revisions\/4483"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4447"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4442"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4442"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewildeye.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4442"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}