Yikes! Every country has its big summer outdoor festival circuit, and Scotland is no exception; for twenty years, the place to be was T in The Park, an annual rain-soaked, mud-encrusted musical cash-cow frolic in the Central Belt. T in the Park usually sold out immediately on announcement, and was something of a coming-of-age moment for generations who got their first taste of lying face down in a patch of wet grass by a chemical toilet feeling that nobody in the world was having a better time than them at that specific moment. Festival experiences vary, but for every tale of transcendance via music, there’s usually at least five stories about having to take a squat-dump in a tub of melted ice-cream while a friend held your jacket at the right angle to conceal you from a queue of angry Razorlight fans waiting for drinks tokens.
The idea of capturing this kind spectacle on film might seem like a good one, and David Mackenzie set out to nail it for posterity with his feature film You Instead. Mixing in actualities with fiction spawned vital movies like Medium Cool, but with few significant figures participating, You Instead feels like something of a pauper at the feast. Scottish actors seem to be in short supply, so Luke Treadway plays Adam from a fictional band called The Make, and Natalia Tena plays Morello, the lead singer of a band called The Dirty Pink. They’re two young people who get to know each other in a hurry when they’re accidentally handcuffed together by a preacher named Justice. With the entire site unable to provide anything as esoteric as a standard set of bolt-cutters to release them, Adam and Morello are forced experience the highs and lows of the festival together, and a growing relationship is their reward for staying the course…
Filmed at the 2011 event, You Instead falls victim to awful weather conditions; most of the film is shot in terrible light, with cloud cover and rain making an event that looked pretty dismal in reality look like Hades incarnate on film. Brief glimpses of The Proclaimers do little to electrify the mood, the dance-minded Slam tent in particularly just looks awful by stuttering strobe-lights, and the characterisations and plotting of this semi-improvised film could best be described as sloppy.‘What’s on the main stage?’ ‘Kasabian’. ‘Well, why are you walking towards it then?’ is the one sliver of dialogue that nails the laconic, caustic charm of the actual T in the Park event; otherwise we’re slung in the dungeon of low comedy with improvided lines like the hot-dog vendor approached with ‘Can I have your biggest sausage?’
Without must Scottish content, we’re left with some very 2011 ruminations on the impact of social media (‘Twitter is SO much better than Facebook!’ ), the briefest glimpses of various bands and performers (Biffy Clyro, Paloma Faith) and a general sense of squelching desperation. You Instead was barely seen on release, and quickly forgotten about as a huge waste of public money; catching it in 2023 is like a vent from hell opening up behind you, wasting the stale air of the site’s famously unsanitary P*sh Alley back into your unsuspecting nostrils. Mackenzie bounced back with the career high of the excellent Hell and High Water, and would probably prefer to forget that any of this ever happened, which probably goes for most of the soggy participants here.
Yikes indeed. Never heard of this and glad never to have made its acquaintance. Barmy notion.
Forget bolt cutters, nobody in scotland has a lochaber axe anymore? Maybe you should go to the next one of these outdoor thingies with yours. Somebody has to represent Scotland in Scotland after all…
My best friend had a claymore back in the day. That might have worked too. But I guess the Scots are abandoning their heritage for these porta-potty festivals.
Well, if people are using icecream containers, those are ultra-portable…
And by “people” I think we mean Eie Hrs*n. For once, I will not be asking for pics. I will just assume it happened.
Why are you spelling Dix’s name wrong and with asterix’s and no vowels? Or many consonants? What’s that all about then?
Being discreet, I guess.
Trying to protect the innocent. Or the semi-innocent. Preserve some sense of modesty and decency. Though taking a crap in an ice-cream bucket means there was probably little of that to preserve.
Didn’t happen to me, but I did read about someone on the net and think; that sounds like what happens as a Scottish festival.
Sure, sure. Next you’ll be telling me that’s not shite but Rocky Road.
You’ll be getting a tub of it over your nog, Bunty!
Do you have any tubs of spumoni?
Is it like Neapolitan?
With glitter bombs.
You should get that seen to.
Is the correct answer.
I just saw the rest of this comment thread. I’m staying out of it now 😀
In a world where you can’t buy daggers in an airport gift shop, presumably a claymore is not welcome at a music festival. FAct!
Could be at one of those medieval-themed festivals.
Like a Renaissance Fair?
The same, but different.
But it worked so well in Rambo 4, a thing of beauty, I rewound that bit quite a few times!
I think that it a different kind of claymore, but both can be effective in dispersing the riff raff.
I’m off to google claymores then!
M18 AI is the one you need, two for a fiver at Poundland.
Ooh I’m quite liking the medieval 2 handed sword, very Camelot and romantic. But still think the Rambo best for a music festival.
Looks like the Claymore was only used to detonate an unexplored British Grand Slam bomb left over from, erm, WWII in Burma. So be prepared for disappointment…
Rambo begs to differ!
I have checked the facts, and the claymore IS the detonator!
Wut?
I think he’s mixing up Highlander’s sword with an anti-personnel mine. Which is sort of strange, all things considered.
There can be only one!
There IS only one!
A claymore can be a bladed weapon or a Rambo boom bomb.
Yes, I know that now.
Ah this is where the axe came from.
Probably.
Yep. I got confused with replying to Alex in the notification area and didn’t even notice where I was commenting away 😀
Haha I don’t think it matters, though Dix forgets to visit my film friday blog so he won’t know what we’re on about.
I’m doing my best. This film is NOT about me, I should add.
That’s because it’s about someone else instead.
It’s always t’other guy.
I thought you WERE the star of every movie and that is why you began reviewing movies?
Maybe we need a movie with your origin story to set us all straight….
We do not need a movie about how I emerged from the genetically engineered critical cyborg super soldier school.
Yes we do.
Otherwise how will you be able to do spinoffs and reboots?
Could it be a card game with cards saying WALL miss a turn? This amulet gives the player the chance to flush the toilet of the celestial toilet attendant?
You want to make a card game about you flushing toilets?
Man, first ultra-portable potties, now this. “Some” people might think you have a fixation…
No, that would just be one card. The wizard’s scarf acts as an invisibility cloak, that kind of stuff.
Ahhh, so you can use the ultra-portable in public and not get lynched by the mob. This game sounds like it might have potential after all…
Now who is dragging it down to a scatalogical level? I read about that poor soul on Twitter and used it as an example of what might happen. It’s a very small part of my review.
But it’s impact is very big!
We will have to wait and see if it has the staying power that a demon car baby has though. That’s the gold standard…
That movie seemed to make a big impression on you. And yet it is not a film that I would recommend as one you might enjoy.
Nope, not a movie I’ll ever be watching. I’ll just be referencing it here on your site until your dotage…
I mentioned one mutated auto baby once and you’ll never let me forget it.
#neverforget
It’s a real thing….
Crope? We need a rating system for measuring the likelihood that anyone is going to see some of these movies. For me, this comes in at about 2.5% I can’t imagine a situation where I’d actually be able to watch it, much less want to, but I have to admit it’s at least possible.
I guess you could rate this one as Cloudy with a Chance of Mud.
Or just Dirty, but not in the olive martini or sex outside the gritty city way?
Mucky, filthy, voiding, the Celts have 100 words of stoor!
Hot and hazy with earth tones and an aftertaste of wood smoke.