Already limited release March 10th
A disturbing and unsympathetic look at four grown orphans coming to terms with their mother’s sudden death from a heart attack. Personally, having just gone through losing my own mother to the same scenario, the movie did little to touch on this type of ungraceful and shocking loss, instead delivering the message of loneliness and death in an unusual and almost revolting way.To begin, the language is foul. Every sentence (including common greetings) contained the “f” word and I’ve never sat through a movie that had sub-titles because the English was so badly spoken we couldn’t understand it anyway.
These characters give new meaning to the words “white trash” in Glasgow, Scotland. Three of the orphan siblings are boys. The eldest, an obsessed, religious fanatic grieving and determined to bury his mother properly, ignoring the ‘living” siblings needs for love. Another brother, a deadbeat dad without direction, and the third, a very angry young man college flunky in search of the next brawl. The lone sister is wheelchair bound and useless to the story except adding a crutch excuse (no pun intended).
There is no strong sense of community in this small town. There is no compassion for the living, and it seems the focus here isn’t on the dead mother but more on a lifestyle of pub-hopping mentality. A mentality we really don’t care to know in the first place. These orphaned adults deserve a dead mother! They’re probably the reason she had the heart attack in the first place.