Sight & Sound magazine

Catch Me Daddy [film review excerpt]

Throughout, the collaboration between director Wolfe and DP Robbie Ryan achieves for these unlovely environs of post-industrial Yorkshire what photographer William Eggleston did for his own grungy corner of the American South, summoning forth a world of vibrant, madly clashing colours where we least expect it, thus allowing us the thrill of seeing through new eyes.

Combine that with a slow build towards shocking carnage - and some extraordinary music cues, from early Tim Buckley to a terrifying closing dirge by Bahamian cult figure Exhuma - and the overall experience is likely to send viewers home decidedly shaken. As such, this stands as a notable debut, though on reflection one not without its issues.

Trevor Johnston

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