Lush orchestral strings swing wide over moody panorama; and then in small we go, into the solitary Hide – or glorified shed – on the Fenland Marches where Roy Tunt is, laying out fastidiously, his paste sandwiches, binoculars, his twitcher credentials: "It's all go in here" he says to himself self-mockingly.He's gonna be an odd-bod is Roy Tunt; replete with mild-mannered, typical, quirky, English eccentricity; he'll amuse us for a while; and bemuse – or baffle – the dark taciturn northern stranger Dave who stumbles into his seemingly benign, nerdish birdy world: "I'll let you get on with your twatting" says Northern tyke Dave swigging back his bottle of hard stuff. Roy Tunt is not amused. He rebuffs the slight with snobby aplomb. He's posh see. Or at least more highly educated than "Drum & Bass raver Dave. Knows his who's from his whoms does Roy.The dialogue between the 2 is spun beguilingly – in terse, Pinteresque pauses and platitudes; all sorts of murky things being twitched and twatted at. Dave keeps having gory flashback visions to crows feasting on flesh – designed to make you think he's been up to something a bit nasty and bloody.When the switch came i was half expecting it but still unnerved. Especially at what Roy Tunt had been putting in those paste sandwiches (which Dave was hungrily gobbling up) The shocking shift into violence at the end seemed clamped on to add gory reward for the watching and waiting we've been patiently doing: ear chewing and brains being splattered kicked us into another genre of movie entirely. "Rather unseemly and unnecessary if you ask me" would have been a Roy Tunts cursory verdict with his bird-watcher hat on. Minus the sticks of dynamite under his cardigan vest.Alex McQueen did the whole posh twitchy twit thing off to a tee. I'd watch the film to watch him watching his birds.

A well crafted film that some may consider should be in play format tosh!!! not everyone can afford theatre prices.A well acted piece, with a good wordy script. The direction was atmospheric without cheap Hollywood shocks and gimmicks.This is the kind of film that goes back to British early film making. The actors selected for this film were well cast,i think this is well demonstrated in the speed the film was made both in studio and on set and the faultless performances produced.The camera work was excellent in picking the smallest of gestures IE Roy tunt's occasional pushing his glasses up the bridge of the nose added to the characters obsessional behaviour.The ending was well played out without over egging the pudding.A film that should be seen more than once to truly appreciate it.

I caught this on Film 4 one night, never heard of it before but i gotta admit i was pleasantly surprised by what i had just watched. I'm not gonna spoil the film for anyone with an in-depth review but it was amazing how much enjoyment you could get from watching 2 men talking about powertools and birdwatching whilst shacked up in a shed on the marshes. There is creepy tension that builds between the 2 men over the running of the film which might get a little predictable towards the end for some but there is no denying the appeal of both characters,especially Roy Tunt(a sort of twisted Alan Partrige). The movie only goes to show that you don't need a big cast or budget to make a riveting story as long as you've got good actors and a tight script.

I was not sure what to expect but I really enjoyed it, and it kept my attention throughout, despite the late hour. The writing was excellent, both actors were terrific and the film was beautifully shot. The film is full of tension without descending into cheap shocks. I would say it is less 'Pinteresque' (as one reviewer said) than Sam Shepherdesque... as you carry on thinking about the characters and the things you learn about them long after the film is over. The scenes of the lonely marshland and the distant birds are very atmospheric, too. I hope it gets the success it deserves! It's great to see a British film, and I presume a low-budget one, with such promise.