The story of Joseph, a man plagued by violence and a rage that is driving him to self-destruction. As Joseph’s life spirals into turmoil a chance of redemption appears in the form of Hannah, a Christian charity shop worker. Their relationship develops to reveal that Hannah is hiding a secret of her own with devastating results on both of their lives.
- Joseph: Peter Mullan
- Hannah: Olivia Colman
- James: Eddie Marsan
- Tommy: Ned Dennehy
- Samuel: Samuel Bottomley
- Bod: Paul Popplewell
- Marie: Sally Carman
- Kelly: Sian Breckin
- Post Office Cashier: Archie Lal
- Gurav: Jag Sanghera
- Dan: Mike Fearnley
- Terry: Paul Conway
- Paul: Lee Rufford
- Jack: Robin Butler
- Woman in Charity Shop: Fiona Carnegie
- Dunk Girl: Julia Mallam
- Wake Singer: Chris Wheat
- Craig: Craig Considine
- Rob: Robert Haythorne
- Man in Pub (uncredited): Piers Mettrick
- Prison Visitor (uncredited): Carol Plant
- Woman Viewing House (uncredited): Vicki Hackett
- Casting Director: Des Hamilton
- Writer: Paddy Considine
- Executive Producer: Peter Carlton
- Editor: Pia Di Ciaula
- Director of Photography: Erik Wilson
- Executive Producer: Will Clarke
- Executive Producer: Hugo Heppell
- Executive Producer: Mark Herbert
- Executive Producer: Katherine Butler
- Producer: Diarmid Scrimshaw
- Line Producer: Sarada McDermott
- Executive Producer: Suzanne Alizart
- Costume Design: Lance Milligan
- Original Music Composer: Dan Baker
- Original Music Composer: Chris Baldwin
- Production Design: Simon Rogers
- Still Photographer: Jack English
- Makeup Designer: Nadia Stacey
- Music Supervisor: John Boughtwood
- Gaffer: Andy Lowe
- Foley: Richard Smith
- Sound Recordist: Chris Sheedy
- First Assistant Director: Dan Winch
- Location Manager: Danny Gulliver
- Post Production Supervisor: Mike Morrison
- Script Supervisor: Angie Pontefract
- First Assistant Editor: Supriya Naidu-James
- The Movie Diorama: Tyrannosaur harnesses predatory aggression in the pursuit of redemption. Abhorrence. Resentment. Vehemence. The Tyrannosaurus Rex was supposedly both apex predator and pure scavenger, a creature with vastly powerful jaws that vanquished the innocence of flora and fauna. Considine’s directorial debut depicts the uncompromising wake of destructive behaviour. The hollow remains of melancholic shells, optimistic perspectives absorbed by choleric tendencies of begrudged souls. The bitterness of tainted realities corrupting the individuals who follow faith. Samaritans. The helpful aiding the helpless. A religious follower, Hannah, working at a charity shop, offering solace to a detestable man, Joseph.
A racist. An antisocial behaviourist. A wounded individual, dejected from life, extending revulsion upon the masses. Drunkenly murdering his pooch. Whilst the early demise of his wife acts as a catalyst for his abhorrent tolerance, Considine delicately infers various strands that trigger his enragement. Bipolar disorder. Schizophrenia. Other psychological diagnostics as a result of his vehement solidarity. Never addressing these, only inferring, the visual snaps within Mullan’s guttural performance provide hints to his character’s psychosis.
This is a man who has nothing left to live for. A disorderly soul who numbingly drowns his sorrows with booze. Resented by family and society. So when Hannah graciously opens her arms to his wounded personality, his temperament is momentarily suspended. The warm embrace of a higher being. The touch of God. Whilst not viscerally displaying signs of tranquility, verbally slating faith and stating “God Still thinks he’s God”, his first encounter of benevolence alters his behaviour. He repeatedly returns to the charity shop that she works at. A chance for redemption. But Joseph isn’t the only injured soul.
Hannah resides in an abusive relationship. Slapped. Punched. Urinated on. Sexually assaulted. Her voice suppressed by the overwhelming power of man, only relying on religion to guide her morality. Colman may play the victim role in this unflinching drama, but her character comparatively challenged Joseph’s personality. See, they both are the same. Like the eponymous extinct creature, they destroy. Both the surrounding metaphysical environment, and themselves. Testing the boundaries of their capabilities and thresholds for personal resentment. “An animal can only take so much punishment and humiliation before it snaps”. A resonant line that boisterously sums up the entirety of living nature itself.
Considine, for the hour and a half runtime, produces an unrelenting drama that will drain your emotionality. When the credits roll, you will feel nothing. And that’s the point. Through all the anger-induced destruction and tonal annihilation, the only remnants that remain are nothing. Just the void of two similar individuals seeking redemption from their wounded realities. Colman electrifies with her balance of fragility and yearn for happiness. The instant switch from tranquil to tempered was unparalleled. Pain and fear hiding beneath her false exterior. It was sensational. Mullan complementing her physical instability by giving a resounding central performance. Terrifyingly exceptional. Marsan also, as the abusive husband, horrifying audiences with an incredibly realistic portrayal.
Irrefutably, without a doubt, one of the most difficult watches of the decade. And whilst certain elements could’ve been removed or refined, the soundtrack failed to enhance the drama and the conclusion needed more time to simmer, Considine has undoubtedly crafted an encapsulating drama riddled in brutality and self-destruction. There is no message. No theme. Just the portrayal of hurt. Hatred incarnate. Two opposing personalities, tainting each other to produce an equilibrium of natural predatory nihilism.