British director Julian Richards teams up with his Last Horror Movie
cohort actor Kevin Howarth for another go at the reality-thriller-horror
genre with Summer Scars. This time however, 'based on a true story'
quite effectively replaces the tissue-paper thin conceit from Last
Horror, making for affecting, disturbing viewing of high order.
A group of disaffected British youths (including the token girl) have
naught to do but nick motor scooters and play in the woods. They're
toughs the likes of which boys who identify with Michael Cera might
rather be (except Cera keeps getting the girl, so what do I know?)
These dudes seem content with bluster and bullying, egged on by
tomboy Leanne, (perfectly played by Amy Harvey) until a brash joyride
on the stolen scooter accidentally bags 'em a weird transient.
The bum, Peter (Howarth) catches up with the panicked kids,
complains of a few broken ribs, and begins luring them into a weird
web wherein only bad things can happen. Quickly gaining their
sympathy, he asks them to help him look for his dog Jesus, and you
know that soon enough pretty much everybody's going to start acting
like they know not what they're doing. But will there be enough
forgiveness to go around?
This gripping coming-of-age drama, at little more than an hour feels
like a modernized '70s grindhouse horror movie - rife with the
possibility of graphic cruelty and horrific dehumanization. That such
potential atrocities remain mostly just possibilities is a bit of a
blessing, as levels of emotional and psychological cruelty are high
enough. Still, this circumspect look at wayward British youth - a smart
after-school special for the 21st century - feels like Mike Leigh's take
on Stand By Me, harsh but sympathetic. Though the kids are more
than willing to pummel each other (or anyone else) over the slightest
affront, they're full of humanity and poised on a precipice, looking
down on a life full of emotionally cut-off anger from a perch where
hurt feelings still register instantly on the face.
Throughout, weird, inexplicable layers make for a constantly shifting,
engrossing experience. Off his nut hobo Peter's lapses between gleeful,
youthful idiocy and violent games prove his instability. But his
Svengali-like ability to sort these kids out and play them against
themselves and each other (plus Howarth's very natural, yet totally
unhinged performance) breaks spirits with chilling plausibility.
Ciaran Joyce, Amy Harvey, Jonathan Jones, Darren Evans, Christopher
Conway and Ryan Conway (the kids) each in turn dig deep, never
seeming like the inexperienced actors some of them are - you believe
they just walked off the street and into this movie. Quick, beautiful
moments render them real and innocent, making their plight that
much more affecting than if they were just cartoons of youth violence.
A cell phone call at a bad moment forces two (brothers) to place their
dinner order with mum, the way it plays out is both sunny and filled
with casual fraternal cruelty - the last already-withered rays of hope
on a day when clouds move in to stay.
?Summer Scars' simple story takes youth heading down the wrong
path, diverting them onto a path that's even worse. Easy, unforced
performances all around make the psychologically awful things that
happen to the kids deeply troubling, yet truly gripping viewing. Lean,
mean, disturbing and deftly crafted, Summer Scars is definitely
recommended. (And stick through the end credits if you want the full