2016. Colour. Donroy Entertainment (90 mins)
Direction: Roydon Turner. Screenplay: Don Mcnab-Stark
Cast: Alexander McKay, Kirsten Hazel Smith, Mark Homer, Elizabeth Croft, Alan Booty
At some point in this film the leading lady suggests that everyone deserves a last chance. This might even be true. At all events it is, on several levels, the theme of this rewarding film.
Stones, made on a miniscule budget and directed by Roydon Turner, is a serious look at alcohol addiction. This is not as gloomy as it sounds; the charm of the leading players makes us hope for the luckiest of conclusions. The film also contains eleven original songs by Alexander McKay, expertly woven into the fabric of the story. McKay also plays the lead.
The film tells of the downward spiral of Alex (Alexander McKay), a musician who has lost his way through alcoholism. His suitably posh girlfriend, Jen (Elizabeth Croft), driven to despair by his hidden liquor bottles and drunken aimlessness, eventually locks him out of her apartment. Alex is reduced to sleeping under cardboard in alleyways and dreaming of Jen, where half-waking imagery and voices colour his shifting prism of reality.
One day an acquaintance from the past chances on him while he is busking. Many years before, Rachel (Kirsten Hazel Smith) had thought him destined for a successful pop career, but now, in a scene of increasing discomfort, she bashfully drops coins in his hat.
Through his good friend Pete (Mark Homer), Alex gets a gig in a pub, which leads to the promise of a recording contract and the hope of a reconciliation with Jen. In the meantime, Rachel installs him in her flower delivery van and encourages him to write new songs. It is at this point, on the brink of success, that Alex becomes drunk at a gig and his life spirals down into that final chapter: recovery if he’s lucky, hopelessness if he’s not.
Alexander McKay, on acting debut, does an accomplished and engaging job as Alex while Alan Booty gives a fine three-minute cameo as Alex’s alcoholic father, whom he sees only in the pub. Kirsten Hazel Smith (reminiscent of the young Jenny Agutter) makes a fetching Rachel with whom anyone would fall in love –except for Alex who imagines Jen will take him back.
The relationship between Alex and Rachel grows convincingly, he regarding her as a good friend, and she falling in love with him. Kirsten Hazel Smith brings a sweet and endearing element to Rachel’s attachment to Alex, while he returns her friendship with a grateful and amiable befuddlement. So befuddled that he mistakes Rachel’s brother for her boyfriend, and directs his attentions towards the wrong woman.
Conventional wisdom insists there are 36 plots. In contrast, there are an infinity of relationships (or at least as many as there are people on the planet). While this story has a plot worthy of the mighty weight of Film Theory, it is a film of relationships, of glances and reactions that say more than words. The leads are well supported by the other players in this regard. A general freshness to the performances tends to presence rather than the commonplace.
There are memorable moments in the film, one being Rachel’s entrance on a bicycle to enhanced timbre on the soundtrack; Alex’s disastrous pub gig is underplayed as much as his drunken antics on the Thames Path are overplayed, the latter making us reel for balance ourselves. Both approaches are effective and, amongst many touches, show the thought that went into the making of this film.
Stones is an impressive feature film debut for TV commercial director Roydon Turner, and his writing partner, Don Mcnab-Stark, miraculous on so small a budget.
The music track should appeal to most people, the screenplay hits the right notes, the fine dialogue is expertly delivered, the leads are engaging, and the production values meet requirements. It is hard to imagine the curmudgeon who would not enjoy it.
To paraphrase Oscar Wilde, the film is already an enormous success; it remains to be seen if the audience is one, too. I’ll wager they will be.