Nick Whitfield's 'Skeletons' could be described as a very ambitious film; or it could be described as a mess, the work of people with plenty of ideas but absolutely no idea of how to construct a coherent movie. There's a story about a cast of characters who seem to be playing bit-parts from a bad post-war sitcom; there's a story about psychic detectives, who have the ability to insert themselves in and out of other people's lives; and somewhere in the chaos, there's meant to be (as far as I can tell) some kind of meditation on love and loss that the audience is supposed to take at least semi-seriously. But it's all shot on shoestring and with a self-conscious almost-campness that means it feels more like a bunch of clueless people running about in a country house with a video camera than anything else. On the plus side, the score is quite well suited to the shifts in mood, but it's not enough to rescue the film.
Review of Skeletons
