No preparing you for this movie. It will clutch your ankle and just when you're in mid-descent you'll be thrown into the air, wondering how long you will keep floating like this, and if it's possible to touch objects dangling nearby,and then you'll surely be on the ground, and your feet will be covered in dirt and rock and the hope that you will find a way to be responsible for all the pain of the world.
It's been 17 years since Lynne Ramsay made this gem. She's directed only one feature film since then (We Need To Talk About Kevin) which is criminal. I think that tells you everything you need to know about the state that the Scottish/UK film industry has been in for the last two decades up to the present. No place for talent and no place for women.
Wasn't expecting something so morbid but certainly made for a suckerpunch of an opening first third. From there on out, it all gets very Club 18 to 30/Brits on tour - pills and clubs and twentysomething holiday problems. Ultimately, we're not gifted with much contextual background to really make any sense of the really baffling decisions made by a handful of characters who aren't particularly likeable.
Writing this review - I realised I appreciated this film a lot more than I thought I did. There is definitely an unease that comes from watching it that can be mistaken for dislike. Ramsey is a real artist and Morvern feels like the work of someone being thoughtful and honest. The film lost me just at the end plot wise, but otherwise this is a softly spoken, interesting film.