Jack sees the dead. He doesn’t particularly want to, for the most part they are a massive pain in the backside and the poor chap can’t even go for a pint in peace, but he does have an important job to do. Jack is a messenger, a go between, passing messages back to the living. That goes down about as well as you’d expect in this slow burning but effective chiller.
I normally review books but decided to give this film a shout out as it deserved better than it’s IMDB rating. Yes, it has that slightly self conscious thing going on that often gives indie films away – that can be endearing or mildly irritating depending on how pretentious it’s being. It also suffers from wibbly cam in some scenes which regular readers will know drives me nuts. Nobody without a serious condition looks at the world while jerking their head around so please for the love of gods can you all stop adding it in, it’s distracting.
On the plus side, it’s nicely shot and scripted, the cast do a great job of showing honest emotion and it has a very British wit to it which rounds the whole thing off. You do have to be in the mood for a film like this, to settle in with a cuppa and let it wash over you. If you have a quiet hour and a half I’d say it’s well worth putting the kettle on for. There are some nice little moments where it does the unexpected and satisfying ones where it does exactly what you thought was coming.
I discovered The Messenger on Amazon, it’s also available to rent on Google Play and YouTube.
Karen is a full time artist living in Whitby (perfect location for a horror fan). Her own monsters have taken over to the point where they actually have their own closet space and so she takes refuge in books and films, some of which she’d like to share with you.