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So studiously edgy are the performances that one is never quite sure who harbours the darkest pathology.

A terrific soundtrack and Jamie Bell’s perfectly judged performance and charismatic persona holds it together throughout.

The ‘bad guy’ really is the bank itself – or maybe the American Dream, a frothy notion that never had much currency here and is now bankrupt in the face of a recession.

The plot makes as much sense as a French haggis.

Mackenzie has a terrific feel for comedy and the performances are beautifully understated.

When it comes to action, the film doesn't disappoint, and the final scenes of men running around in mud are up there with the best.

There's an awareness here that's missing from many such tales, a more astute take on how disability and society interact.

Mackenzie shows everyone, inmates and guards alike, to be trapped in a corrupted, corrupting system that resists all change.

Has a real sense of energy and speaks with a distinctive Scottish voice.

The festival location works like a charm to inject instant excitement and magic into the story.

Emotion stains the walls of this period film like gutter waste.