Black Hill

A slow burner for sure, but one of the films I saw as a teenager, along with Life is Sweet, Boys from the Blackstuff, that had the same feeling of taking you into different lives, different cultures, and ways of thinking that are , for better or worse, no more than nostalgia.

It's not an uplifting film at first watch, but the sensitivity it deploys without the expense of becoming sentimental is beautiful. The landscape is brutal and barely productive, but the attachment of the family to it is mirrored in the attachment of the brothers to each other and their father's legacy.

I hope the BFI ensure this is preserved in their archives, it's surely worth it.

Not unlike the distant Welsh valley where it was filmed, this screen adaptation of Bruce Chatwin's novel can be a little too remote at times, but it captures the insular life of an old Welsh farm with vivid austerity. In just under two hours the film spans over eighty years in the lives of identical twin brothers, born into a century which seems to happen somewhere over the distant horizon (their closest involvement with the Second World War is watching the glow on the skyline of Coventry burning during the Blitz). The film offers a challenging vision of continuity between successive generations of a family tied (for better or worse) to the land, but the episodic, hopscotch approach effectively (deliberately?) forestalls any dramatic momentum, and no matter how eloquently expressed the stark isolation of the twins' life together is often cold and depressing.

Based on the famous novel by Bruce Chadwick this tale of twins growing up on a welsh hill farm in the 1900s is an excellent film. The film starts with the twins parents meeting at a church on the Wales/England border getting married and going to live on a rented farm called The Vision. The twins then become the focal point of the film, their lives on the farm and their unique bond with it and each other. Welsh nationalism is a recurring theme throughout the film and Anglo/Welsh relations are often strained due to the sale of farms at an auction and the outbreak of war when many Welsh people were drafted into the British army. To emphasise this point the family who start out as Church of England switch to Welsh chapel goers. The twins were real life brothers and most of the cast were recruited from the Hay on Wye area where it was filmed.

Without pretensions of being anything other than what it is, which is a thoroughly grounded adaptation of Bruce Chatwin's novel of life in the Welsh borders across 80 years of the twentieth century, through the experiences of a Welsh hill farmer, an English lady and their twin sons, this is a thoroughly engaging portrait that brings the place and its people to life. The filmmakers had a low budget, but plenty of time to get things right, so the locations - from just north of Brecon across to the Black Mountains, with scenes in Hay-on-Wye and Crickhowell - are perfect, and with props and furniture borrowed from people and houses in the area, there is an authentic sense of place here. Director Andrew Grieve was brought up in mid Wales, so has a real feel for the area too, and has made one of the surprisingly few British films in which the landscape of Britain is filmed with an understanding of the role it plays in people's daily lives.

It shows that this is a novel adaption. The first thirty minutes rush through the plot, introducing subplots that are never picked up again. The middle part and end is not bad, but overall it is just an average movie based on a much better novel.