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Saturday, 29 November 2025

No. 257 : The Vanishing (2018)

 




No, not the 1998 Dutch film of the same name or even the Jeff Bridges remake of that from 1993, this one is a bunch of Scotsmen on a lighthouse shouting a lot in a 2018 flick that had passed me by.


I found this in a charity shop for 10p and although it was probably worth that I’m glad that I didn’t invest more – apart from my precious time!


The film is based on the real-life disappearance of three lighthouse keepers from the Flannan Isle lighthouse in 1900. The official report concluded that the men were most likely swept out to sea, but that would be somewhat prosaic for a movie – so let’s have some gold and murder to spice things up!


I’m no puritan, but I have to say if these men were my relatives I’d be a bit upset at seeing them portrayed as a bunch of murdering psychos who swear for Scotland and have a Gollum type fascination for the shiny stuff.


The film opens with the three men taking over a remote lighthouse for a few weeks. We have Peter Mullen and Gerard Butler (Trinity House should be investigated if that casting is an accurate depiction of the men involved!) along with a young lad, there on his first stint. We get a brief idea of what’s involved with the light being cleaned and the foghorn tested before the action proper begins.


The men find a washed-up lifeboat with a body nearby. The body, in what becomes a recurring theme, doesn’t stay dead for long as the seaman wakes up and starts to fight the younger keeper. Our man manages to bash the salty tar’s head in with a rock, before the body and a mysterious box are recovered to the lighthouse station.


Mullen decrees that the box remain locked but within five minutes he’s opened it up and found it to be full of gold bars. He initially tries to keep the hoard to himself but soon the other two get wind of the treasure and the three plot to keep the loot. Butler suggests someone will come looking for the gold and he’s proven right within another five minutes.

 

The crew show themselves up to be inept liars, as the owners of the gold aren’t convinced with the lads’ tall tale that the box has already been handed over to the authorities. After a brief stramash our lads have another two bodies on their hands – wait, three as Butler carelessly whacks a young lad causing Paisley's finest no end of trauma and bad acting.


The three men now have a quandary – what to do with the loot and with each other as tensions and suspicions multiply.


This was an OK kind of film but it’s easy to see why it sank without trace. Mullen and a rather portly Butler play to form with a lot of shouting and swearing. Butler’s trip into mania and back again isn’t believable nor is Mullen’s relative indifference to the horrors unfolding in front of him. There are a lot of long pauses and drawn-out scenes that appear to be an attempt to show the malaise and isolation of the situation but it just looks like so much constipation.


The settings were good, but I didn’t buy into the tension or that these three men would turn to murder over a pile of metal – this is no ‘Treasure of the Sierra Madre’. It was a passable 100 minutes, but one that offered no insight into the true events of Flannan Isle nor a compelling narrative for a standalone feature.


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Wednesday, 20 March 2013

No.81 : The Liability (2012)



I was hoping this was going to be an exciting film set in the sexy world of insurance but alas it’s another ‘bad slags’ British gangster flick.

Wide boy 19 year old Adam should take better care of his stepdad’s stuff as a smash up in Pop’s Merc sets in motion a chain of events that will change his life forever, and take up 90 minutes of yours. His stepdad is Peter Mullen a gangster half way up the food chain. He has a nice house, is boffing Adam’s mum and has a seedy sideline in sex trafficking.

He tells Adam he’ll need to work to pay off the car debt and he sets him up with a driving job the next day. Adam isn’t keen at first but when he sees his stepdad in action on his laptop he decides he better play ball, lest he too end up in grainy x-rated footage. I just hope he shut the computer down correctly!

The next day Adam meets up with the guarded Tim Roth in a nicked Ford Granada. Tim plays Roy who prefers no chit-chat but does enjoy cassette tape Mexican music which seems a pointless affectation to add a touch of colour to his rather dull character. We learn his daughter is soon to be married and that he likes strong cheese in his sandwiches - you can’t say they are skimping on the details.

The two head to a forest and complete a messy hit on a Lithuanian gent living in a caravan. They start chopping up the body for souvenirs but are stumbled across by a young woman who manages to escape in the hapless hitmens’ car. We soon learn she’s not the innocent backpacker she makes out when she negotiates the return of the body parts for a few grand. The payoff goes OK but things start to spiral off in all directions when Tim’s true target is revealed and our savvy lady starts to turn the screws.

This was an OK sort of thriller but it wasn’t  memorable and the attempts to make it out of the ordinary seemed staged and unconvincing. For example our protagonists are all running around the country in vintage vehicles while shooting with gay abandon with never a copper in sight. I could see them trying to do a bit of the unsettling other worldliness of ‘Kill List’ but it didn’t get close to the atmosphere of that much better film.

The problem for me was in the second act where things started to get confused and muddled. It did salvage something towards the end but by then all the characters had been rewritten and any investment we had in them was long gone.

Peter Mullen was his usual angry and sweary self and Tim Roth showed his range doesn’t extend too far once again. The tension never got above lukewarm and despite some implied violence with axes there wasn’t much to react to apart from the destruction of a Churchill nodding dog, oh yes.

Overall the film wasn’t a disaster but there was nothing really to recommend it either, so damned with faint praise it is!

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