The Last Great Wilderness (2002) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
This low budget, independent Brit-flick is a genuinely odd film. Two men meet at a highway rest stop. One man has a car, the other needs a ride. The garrulous, persuasive would-be hitchhiker is unable to persuade the dour driver to give him a lift, but fate intervenes. The driver is assaulted in the parking lot by a stranger, and the hitchhiker saves him, thrashing the stranger thoroughly in the process. Feeling obligated, but still guarded and suspicious, the driver invites his rescuer along as a passenger, finally dropping him off at an airport. Things go badly for the passenger at the airport, however. He has to flee from some armed thugs on foot, and the driver ends up saving his life. The two men, having now saved each other's lives, begin to bond. It turns out that each of them is the thing the other despises most. The driver finally reveals that he is on his way to the Isle of Skye to burn down the house of his unfaithful wife and her new lover. The passenger is a man who specializes in providing sexual satisfaction to unsatisfied married women. The two men realize that under slightly different circumstances they would be trying to kill one another instead of saving each other's lives. That was a fairly promising start for a movie. Unfortunately, that movie never appeared. The Last Great Wilderness is a completely different movie. The two men ride along together until their car breaks down in some desolate section of Scotland, where they are forced to take refuge at a tiny countryside inn. Not long after they arrive, it becomes apparent that the people who live and work in the inn are harboring great secrets that they must shelter from the outside world. Our two protagonists spot the locals engaged in behavior which they can only interpret as cult rituals of some kind. What have they gotten themselves into? That also was a fairly promising premise for a movie. Are the locals engaged in some creepy pagan rites, ala The Wicker Man? Are the harboring some awful, murderous secret, ala The Lottery? That movie never appeared either. "The Last Great Wilderness" of the title is not the forgotten Scottish countryside, but the human heart, and this movie finally emerged not as either of the films it promised to be, but as a completely different movie about unorthodox psychological therapy. There was one scene in which it delivered upon the horror/slasher movie promise it seemed to be making about halfway into the film, but in general it emerged as ... well ... just a very eccentric and personal film far from the mainstream. In the end of the film, the focus of the script returned to the very first idea it introduced - the driver intent on killing his wife and her lover - and brought that back full circle until the driver found a measure of peace. |
And running through the entire film is a sense of very, very dark comedy, if you can believe it. As I said, it's an odd movie, and you'll probably never figure out where it is going at any time ... ... which is good in a way.
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That's what independent film is all about, I suppose - airing new concepts and indulging in personal experiments. Exceptionally quirky films always produce mixed responses, and this case was no exception. The British reviewers called it anything from a mini-masterpiece to a woeful waste of time. The Daily Telegraph liked it, but The Mail savaged it, and the Observer called it ... "[a] risible Scottish fiasco, an addled cross between two cult movies, also set in the wilder parts of Britain - The Wicker Man and Polanski's Cul-de-Sac" |
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The Observer's comments were fairly accurate, although I believe their evaluation was too harsh. At first, the film seemed to be a cross between The Blair Witch Project (digital hand-held look, sense of undefined mystery in the remote countryside) and The Wicker Man (strange, possibly murderous pagan behavior from seemingly benign sources), but when all was said and done, The Last Great Wilderness just meandered off in its own quirky directions, again and again. I didn't much enjoy the film, but I look forward to much better movies from the two brothers who wrote, directed and starred. They have talent, and they did a lot here with a micro budget. |
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