There are a few reasons, but much of it relies on the instigating incident, and that Marcus and Vaughn's actions thereafter just serve to erode what fondness the audience might have held for them.
They're also much more sympathetic than the wayward of Wakely or the subjects of Summerisle. The locals are hardy on what passes for the Scottish Frontier, what handful of opportunities the village might have had poached by a new (never seen) country club. There's plenty to be cross about though, old tensions resurface, and some leading questions are begged, but contrasts between the two and them as tourists and the locals are a bit flash in the pan.Ī début feature for writer/director Matt Palmer, you'll see nods towards Straw Dogs and The Wicker Man more in the bumpf about the picture than on the screen. They're both capable, but they're not served well by a script where events go steadily downhill, but ballistically so - no real ricochets, no windage. There are some good performances - Jack Lowden's Vaughn and Martin McCann's Marcus are extensions of CVs that for both actors have all sorts of singly-named characters, various roles in things like UWantMe2KillHim? and the titular Survivalist, working together in '71, a Renquist in the Frankenstein Chronicles, a forthcoming Darnley in Mary Queen Of Scots. The scenery is lovely, though if I've read the locations listed in the credits correctly it's mostly rural Dumfries, the furthest North probably still south of Queensferry. Things go wrong in the woods - fatally so - and thereafter their decisions compound their peril.
Pharmaceutical impediment for one, impending fatherhood for the other. Two men travel to the Highlands for a shooting trip, the throaty roar of Marcus' 4x4 paralleled in his bluster, quieter pal Vaughn subdued in part by weight of expectation.
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