Tuesday, March 2, 2010

RAVE - Red Riding Trilogy, 1980

It's awkward having to admit that "this is just the kind of film I love" when it's about a serial killer in gloomiest Yorkshire, but you know what I mean.

It's gritty, honest, dripping in local atmosphere, and despite its subject matter and almost impenetrable accents (even for an Englishman), very accessible.

This is the second in the Red Riding Trilogy. I'm planning on seeing the third tomorrow night, thereby going to the movies 3 nights running, celebrating having no kids and an understanding wife.

Anyhow, back to the plot ...

The film starts with the drafting in of a new team to investigate the work already done by the local force. Since 1974, the Ripper has murdered 13 women (at least 4 children were killed by the same evil bastard up to and including 1974), and police have no idea who they're looking for.

There's animosity toward the new team, either because the existing team doesn't like being spied upon, or because certain "bent" officers have ulterior motives.

For example: "If someone kicks down your door, kills the dog and rapes your wife, who're you gonna call?" asks Assistant Chief Constable Hunter. "Definitely not the West Yorkshire Police", replies Reverend Laws, "they'd already be in there, wouldn't they?"
 
This film is moodier and less frenetic than 1974, allowing the investigative process to be more carefully examined.
 
And twist-wise, it puts Shutter Island to shame.

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