You can leave the Church of England altogether; Catholics lapse, but remain in some senses Catholic; and you're always a Jew. On this basis, there may be thought be to some good ground for comedy in a film about a Jewish man, who, while in the midst of a general life-crisis, discovers that on top of all his other problems, his true father is a Yorkshire pig-farmer! Unfortunately, this is an almost embarrassingly amateurish movie. It has no idea of how to handle a storyline, while both realism and belly-laughs are eschewed in favour of a half-hearted stylisation that never even manages to convey a mood, let alone find a comic vein. Moreover, in a huge number of scenes, the natural object of our attention is off-camera: in some cases, that's because the object cannot be filmed, but whether the other cases are explained by directorial preference or incompetence I wouldn't like to say. A clumsy and anaemic film, you won't miss much if you don't see it.
Review of Leon the Pig Farmer
