Deborah Ross

Sweeney Plod

As the bodies pile up, the plot’s plausibility flies out of the window in this dodgy debut from Robert Carlyle

issue 25 July 2015

The Legend of Barney Thomson is the directorial debut of actor Robert Carlyle, and it’s one of those black comedies about a serial killer in which, as the bodies pile up, plausibility edges closer and closer to the window until it flies out completely. (No. Wait. Come back! I’ll massage your feet!) This wouldn’t, in fact, matter at all if there were something else to hang onto; if the characters were involving, or the story was told with wit, zip and panache, but it just monotonously drones on. The central figure is a barber so I guess you could say this is Sweeney Plod rather than, you know, that other one.

Set in Glasgow, and based on Douglas Lindsay’s comic crime novel The Long Midnight of Barney Thomson, Carlyle stars as Barney; Barney the barber, who lives a life of desperate mediocrity — he says so himself in one of those first-person voice-overs — and who has suffered demotion after demotion at work.

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