Watching your missus pulling a train of blokes in tracky bottoms in the back of a Vectra might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but why interview them in animal masks? Why all the spooky shots of startled wildlife and the hideous soundtrack of breathy electro? The participants seem, for the most part, emotional victims of hinted-at horrors. But not taking them at face value suggests that the greatest fantasist here is Maguire himself.
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