Anything written and acted by extreme performance artist David Hoyle was going to be an acquired taste. Given what appears to be a free reign, Hoyle’s eccentric ‘fly on the wall’ style takes a while to get used to, but is worth the initial trepidation. The trepidation being – at least in my case, watching this – you truly do not know what you are getting into.
So, what is this? A doomed love/horror story of Hoyle’s Uncle David and young, softly spoken Ashley, played by pornographic actor Ashley Ryder. It seems initially that the two men meeting for a break in a static caravan by the sea is little more than a platform for Hoyle’s philosophies on life, society and conformism. And then it becomes apparent that Ashley may well be dying. This appears to be treated with a calm assurance by the two, with Hoyle assuring Ashely of his ‘ascension into the stratosphere’.
Among Hoyle’s many profundities – some of which I whole-heartedly agree with, and others I do not (but who cares what I think??) – is the condemnation of ‘control freaks’ throughout society. And yet it appears that it is Uncle David who is gently persuading his young childlike ‘nephew’ that his imminent demise is a good, even beautiful thing; this is a powerful statement as he is orchestrating the passive Ashley into a mutually agreed suicide. Although having said that, Ashley has said that he wanted to die.
The location is beautifully used – the down-to-earth majesty of a British seaside town, with its stretching beach and horizons contrasting with the cardboard-like homeliness of the holiday home to allow for a fascinating backdrop. Whilst Ryder could be said to be underplaying his role, Hoyle is a captivating character. His viewpoints on, well, everything may be hard to hear at times, but they are never boring.
“The closer we are to oblivion, the happier we are.”