Anton

When you set out to make an Independent film you do so with the intention of doing the best job you can with the resources available to you. When there is no definitive budget, (by that I mean, when you're not financed) it means there is no definitive time-line for completion. The majority of time is spent scraping together money piece-meal. You receive no income for your efforts and end up in crippling debt.

So why do it? Well; A filmmaker makes films and that involves taking a leap of faith.

Two years have passed since the completion of the film and with the forthcoming UK DVD release on October 11 (http://www.highfliersplc.com/product/284/) it's interesting to reflect on the expectations we had. The act of completion, finding an audience, and the subsequent sale of the film, (in over thirty territories to date) is all a filmmaker can ask.

Ultimately what you're left with is the satisfaction of a successful outcome to your endeavours and the belief to take another leap of faith, coming to a cinema near you in the very near future?

I've only seen 'Anton' once and need to see it again. Although I was sitting toward the rear of the theatre in Dundrum, the images seemed to be on top of me, like I was on the front row. A lot was happening and the style was neither t.v. nor cinema - I don't know what it was, but I don't doubt the sincerity of intent - nor the escape from pseudo-agitprop 'Troubles' genres and avoidance of soap-motif the film represents.

I certainly had a couple of quibbles, mostly continuity, though with over 20 gaffes in 'Quantum of Solace' - despite the huge budget - continuity must be no more than a film-maker's irritation on the way to box-office consummation.

I'm really only writing this as a balance to the slightly hysterical foot-stampings contained in some other 'Anton' comments.

Personal agendas are, by definition, self-revealing - am I mistaken in believing Eamonn McCann was a little put-out, on 'The View', that nobodies were getting their hands dirty in his sacred soil - well, I know there are a thousand such tales strung along the 'border' which will never see the light of day but which underpin the veracity of this particular film.

With regard to performances - as above, I'm not really sure until I've seen 'Anton' again. There was an intensity and urgency which separates this film from its commercial counterparts and there were even moments which reminded me of Ken Russell's 'Women in Love' (D.H. Lawrence) and I'd like to have seen more.

What was singularly in short supply was playing to the camera/pandering to the crowds/prostrating before the money-men, and for that alone these film-makers deserve more than bicycle-shed bickering.

Next time I see the film I will have a better idea of the answers to the bag of questions my first viewing dumped in my lap, but with energy, integrity and intent, this actually Irish film avoids the manicured story-lines of Big-House-Entertainment and digs around in the undergrowth - not an easy place to make a film.

If any of the makers read this - thank you for a seriously challenging piece - I suspect it is more to do with the future of film-making in Ireland than the past - I hope it is a passport to further work.

Whilst credit must go to the filmmakers for actually getting Anton produced, sadly they have not done themselves any real favours by putting this story up on the big screen.

Whilst there are certainly moments in the film which work, overall it is simply a mess. Watching it, I wondered at times whether this was in fact an experimental avant-garde piece masquerading as a mainstream thriller. That seemed to be the only possible explanation for the missing plot points, lack of character motivation and general incoherence of the film. However, in truth, this is nothing more than a collection of scenes in search of a script review.

To give an example: at a mid-point in the film Anton escapes from prison. In the next scene he enters what seems to be an abandoned warehouse and takes a gun from a toilet cistern before being confronted and chased by two police officers. We have never seen this location before. It is not explained why there is a gun in the cistern or how Anton knew it was there. We do not know how the police tracked him to this location. We are simply asked to accept that this is so and move on. Apparently the film is based on the writer's own experience, so perhaps he knows the answers to these questions, but a simple review by an experienced script editor would have pointed out that its quite important for the audience to know these things too.

In short, there are suggestions that the filmmakers could do better work in the future, but as an overall piece of work this film is seriously flawed.

Wasn't expecting much from this, in light of the mixed reviews it received. I usually find that when some critics love a movie and some hate it, I usually end up hating it too. Not this time. For a start, it looks great. Best cinematography in an Irish film I've seen in years, more like David Fincher than anyone else. The plot / story is great too, keeps twisting and turning and the action never lets up. I thought the acting was top notch, especially the supporting roles. The brother, the wife and the little psycho IRA guy were all brilliant. I loved the score too. Only downside was that the time line jumped a little in the first twenty minutes and it was hard to follow what was happening when, but this didn't detract from the film at all. I can't see why some critics didn't like this film. I think a lot of Irish people are just have a blind spot for anything that relates to the troubles. Will probably do much better outside Ireland than it did here. I nearly didn't go to see this and I'm glad now that I got off my ass and made the effort. Well worth it.

I really enjoyed this period Irish drama. The work done to create the time period (70's) was well done with the cars, clothes and conversation of the day.

I think it was a refreshing change from the overdone 'troubles' genre. First, this looked at the situation in the Republic of Ireland (what Yanks sometimes erroneously call 'southern' Ireland). Secondly, it focused on the effect of one man's poorly conceived idea to 'help the cause' - backfiring miserably on his whole family.

Interestingly, I was more caught up in the struggles of Anton's wife and brother. That seems like another film in the making, and a more sympathetic story.