EIFF 2026 – The Peril at Pincer Point

EIFF 2026 – The Peril at Pincer Point,
Directed by Jake Kuhn, Noah Stratton-Twine,
Starring Alyth Ross, Dashiell Upton, Isobel Laidler, Jack Redmayne, Jason Hogan, Mat Wright, Mike Mackenzie, Oliver Woolf, Os Leanse

Now here we a delightful wee oddity – and I use the word “oddity” as a positive one. Peril is one of that small but hugely fun trend of really independent movies, the type made by a bunch of friends working together, using whatever money they can scrape together and whatever resources and locations they can get a hold of. Jim Baitte (Jack Redmayne) is a sound designer with problems – he’s a bit shallow but desperate to make his mark in “the industry” (he loves telling everyone he meets he’s “in the industry”), but his colleagues are giving him a rough time over his work so far, which falls short of what the legendary director PW (Os Leanse), is looking for.

Oh, and despite living in the upper levels of a multi-storey flat in London, he finds a crab lurking under his sofa. Which gives him a nasty nip.

After a stormy meeting with Jim’s colleagues, PW sees him and declares he’s the man he need – to the surprise of the same colleagues who had been telling him how bad his earlier efforts were. But PW thinks he sees a kindred soul, someone who will go that extra mile to help him realise his vision. And what’s his vision? Well he wants some sort of sound that’s never been heard before. Oh sure, that’s easy to find and record…

PW also wants the voice of the “sandwich girl” from a previous production, and so Jim is dispatched with his recording equipment to the tiny island of Pincer Point, to find this vague sound PW craves and to find the girl and persuade her to be recorded too. Easy, right?? Except the girl has vanished, and the island is populated by a range of bizarre, oddball characters – imagine some of the odder background characters from Spaced or the village in Hot Fuzz, and the girl, Marina (Alyth Ross) has vanished. And the man, Hollis (co-director Stratton-Twine), who is renting him a place to stay on the island turns out to be the brother of the missing girl.

Not that many seem that bothered about her being missing – in fact Hollis, the town drunk, seems more put out that Jim came to record his sister and not him (“I can do a woman” he complains). In time-honoured tradition he finds out bits and pieces from local characters, such as an old sea dog in the pub, or from Hollis. They all point to an old legend, of Sye Telson, who selects certain people to join his crew for ten thousand years, taking their very souls. And apparently Jim is just the type the captain likes…

 

This was such a good-natured hoot – funny and warm, making the most from its tiny budget, indeed often making something inventive and great out of the lack of big resources. In many ways it reminded me of other Indie flicks I have really enjoyed in recent years, like the fabulous Hundreds of Beavers. And like that film, on hearing the cast and crew talking about it after the screening, you get the impression they had as much fun making this as we had watching it, and that permeates this tiny budget, British indie flick. This is one to watch with a bunch of friends.

This review was originally penned for Live For Films

Reviews: seriously cool Indie film-making with Gazer

Gazer,
Directed by Ryan J Sloan,
Starring Ariella Mastroianni, Renee Gagner, Jack Alberts, Marianne Goodell

Sometimes, when you get sent a press release for a movie that you otherwise know nothing about, it just pings your film radar. Gazer did that with me, and I’ve learned to listen to that intuition – I am glad to say that yet again that ineffable vibe you sometimes just get for certain works has again steered me to a total gem of an Indie film. Frankie (Ariella Mastroianni), who also co-writes the film, is the main character, and she plays Frankie beautifully, giving us hints of the inner anguish and turmoil through small movements and expressions (the camera often lingering on her face in close-ups, as if pushing the viewer to see the world from her perspective), a person who seems fairly quiet, introspective, but you can feel the tension within, radiating from her (kudos to Mastroianni’s acting chops here).

Frankie has dyschronometria and some other degenerative neural impairments – one aspect of this is that she can easily “zone out” and lose track of passing time, totally missing minutes, hours or more. Bright screens inflame her neurological condition, so her low-tech, analogue tech fix is to use an old-school Walkman and a series of specially recorded audio cassettes to help her focus (with labels like “work” “going to the doctor” etc). Like the protagonist of Baby Driver, she always has her earphones plugged in, but it isn’t hot beats to fight tinnitus, its her own voice telling her to focus, to look around, alerting her to how long is left on the tape.

Another coping mechanism is looking around her and trying to observe things closely – a low-rise apartment block opposite her work in a petrol station is a good candidate, letting her watch people passing in front of their apartment windows. However, when she thinks she sees something untoward happen through one window, it will lead to more trouble for her when one of the inhabitants, Paige (Renee Gagner) sees her and follows her to a support group for those who have lost loved ones to suicide (Frankie’s husband is dead, but the flashbacks of her muddled mind leave us doubting if it was suicide or something else).

Paige has a proposal for her, needing her help, but is she on the level, and even if she is, can Frankie actually help? Desperate for cash to see her young daughter again (now a ward of her mother-in-law) before her condition gets worse, she may have to go for this chance.

As you can imagine, this put me in mind of Guy Pearce’s character in the brilliant, early work from Christopher Nolan, Memento, and indeed Sloan’s film wears a number of its influences on its sleeve, but always in a way that doesn’t jar but simply works, adding to the atmosphere. In addition to Nolan, there are moments that nod to Lynch and even Cronenberg (especially Existenz and Videodrome), while the film also had me thinking of other American Indie flicks I’ve loved, like Hal Hartley’s work. It really is seriously independent too – Sloan financed the tiny budget himself, and shot on 16mm in a grimy looking New Jersey, and between that, Mastroianni’s performance, and the untrustworthy narrator approach, this is a highly compelling slice of excellent US Indie film-making. Highly recommended.

Gazer is in UK cinemas now

This review was originally penned for Live For Films