1987, BSE spreads across the country, a mystical ‘Harmonic Convergence’ is predicted and two bagmen travel to the country to bury their loot and lay low for a while. What transpires blurs every line of reality, character and narrative. Brendan McNamee’s first feature looks like its going to be another ‘brit-gangster’ movie as two men in suits dig a hole for their ill-gotten gains; but soon McNamee takes the surreal bull by the horns and sends Gill and Rokit on a seemingly unstoppable journey to their ultimate destinies. Drums, bulls, Greek theatre, a Star wars quilt, a smoking rabbit and milk, lots and lots of milk. Maybe if David Lynch had remade The Wicker Man it would have looked something like this.