dir. Bill Forsyth
Scotland, 1980
Far odder than I anticipated, but very funny. Somehow has the best bits of Scotland and some bizarre European sensibility.
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All the films I see. And barely much more than that.
Me
- Mark
- I am writing a PhD at the University of Glasgow entitled "The Poetics of Time in Contemporary Literature". My writing has been published in Type Review, Dancehall, Puffin Review and TheState. I review books for Gutter and The List. I am also an editor and reviewer at the Glasgow Review of Books.
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