Jamie Bell is so great in this story about a grieving misfit who takes refuge in cross dressing, voyeurism and make-up to try and fill the hole left by his dead mother.

A kind of skewed love story set in Edinbugh, Hallam Foe is going to find its place up there with Donnie Darko as the film of choice for emotionally sensitive fey boys and goth girls. Don’t let this put you off though, if you’re not a fey boy or goth girl; there is cracking dialogue, authentic performances from all involved, and a genuinely moving storyline that deals unflichingly with the aftermaths of suicide.

It’s also very funny. And it’s this lightness of touch that takes you to very dark and deranged places. It’s Jamie’s film though as he turns in a physically and psychically wounded performance that makes you want to reach into the screen and give him a cuddle. There are also clear parallels/references to Hitchcock’s Vertigo and Rear Window here as well.

Wonderful.