The sheer audacity
That scene in the art gallery still has me reeling.
I mean, the nerve the director must have, to create such a sloppy, pretentious piece of colorful garbage, and then contain a scene sending up a couple of half-witted modern art connoisseurs, who praise works with no discernible worth in ambiguous and meaningless phrases (I'm sure you know the type I mean).
Admittedly, the scene itself was quite amusingly done, with the couple in the foreground looking past the camera at some exhibit, and Kevin McKidd standing behind them, following them through the exhibit and questioning their every comment till the guy snaps "will you just fu*k off", but that's not the point, and that doesn't excuse such rank hypocrisy.
Awful, awful film. Truly, I hope nobody is put off small art-house Scottish films on the basis of this, as we really have produced a lot better in the past few years.