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The film creates a perfect balance between action and depth of basic needs, in the midst of an infertile atmosphere.

If you like to be scared, if you like to laugh, and if you like to learn a thing or two at the movies, this absolutely cannot be missed.

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

This is a gorgeous movie made by a gorgeous spirit.

A guy commits suicide at home. He was an unpublished author, but his first novel is completed. His girlfriend cuts the body into pieces, bury the pieces into the woods and then sends his novel to a publisher, pretending it's her work, even if she's basically illiterate.She gets a fat check for the novel (which was obviously a masterpiece) and lives happily ever after, after a stupid trip to Spain. Or she goes to Spain before getting the money.... I don't remember and really don't care.I would not even discuss how morally repugnant this Morvern character is, with her disposing of her lover's body in such a way. Also stealing a dead person's legacy work is pretty repulsive. However, skipping over the disgusting main character - of which we see far too many in contemporary movies - the storytelling technique was a mix of boring and insufferably pretentious, that made me swear never to watch any other movie made by this director ever again.

Don't ask why. It just felt like the right thing to do, that is part of the brief suicide note that her live in boyfriend has left Morvern Callar (Samantha Morton). It could also serve as a statement by director Lynne Ramsay about her whole film. A complex, intimate and emotionally weird picture that infuriates and astonishes in equal measure. Films like this are beloved by the art-house set, open to interpretations of meanings, leading to debates and division about art over substance, cranial trickery over straight narratives, it be a place where much is being said without anything actually being said. Little moments are metaphors or symbolic to a character's state of mind, visual flourishes flit in and out of the story, often burning an image into the viewers' subconscious. Music can play a big part, and with Morvern Callar it's one of the most crucial parts of the film, another character in fact.Thank you for shopping at Pennysaver.Ramsay's adaptation (co-written with Liana Dognini) of Gen X author Alan Warner's novel, begs for your undivided attention. That's no guarantee you will enjoy it, for it's often cold and, on the surface at least, head scratching in its intentions. But you will react to it in one form or another, Ramsay is a talent, and she wants (and gets) a reaction to her film. She's not throwing out any bones, you find the answers, watch it and draw your own conclusions. Morton is brilliant, with only a few actual passages of dialogue in the film, Morton is required to provide more visually and emotionally to make Morvern a watchable force. And she does and she is. Morton is backed up by Kathleen McDermott, an unknown first timer who as Morvern's good time loving best pal, Lanna, brings a humanised realism to this sometimes bleak fairytale.This is dedicated to the one I love.With Alwin Kuchler's striking photography putting an almost ethereal sheen on proceedings, Morvern Callar, both the character and the film, feels otherworldly. Many scenes grab you by the throat, like Morvern sitting alone on the floor opening her Xmas presents as the tree lights go blink blinkity blink, her dead boyfriends corpse still laid out on the floor, rotting. A high jinx baking sequence, snatches of insects at work, or a lonely walk in the middle of nowhere, is it poetry or posing? Or neither? Either way, Morvern Callar is a memorable film, a close examination of the human mind at work under emotional duress. Today I rate it an easy 8/10, on another day, when my mood is at a different setting, I could quite easily rate it 3/10. It's an experience is Morvern Callar, and then some.

All I ask of films (as opposed to movies, like Harry Potter) is that they take me to a place I've never been.Morvern Callar is played by Samantha Morton. Played is not a good word in this context. Mebbe 'inhabited'? Skin and soul wrapped around? The bare bones of the plot: Girlfriend of suicide makes off with his cash and novel, to her distinct advantage, and goes to party with a workmate in Spain. From such an unlikely premise, great art comes.The viewer is invited to contemplate the loss of her boyfriend - and it is a loss, the character just has a grotesque and odd way of dealing with it - and how she reinvents herself afterward. There are long moments in the film when nothing seems to happen; when the blankness of her face is an invitation to figure out what on earth is going on in her devious little mind.This movie takes the words 'moral ambiguity' and unemotionally eviscerates them.If you want a movie with a spunky likable heroine, run a mile. If you want some insight into the anomie and wildly swinging moral compass of the younger generation, this may help. If you love movies with little dialogue and a comforting amount of faith that you have the brains and guts to be challenged once in a while, this movie will repay you.I'd give it a ten, but there was an error which I can't talk about because it's a spoiler, an error which was so irritating I had to knock off a point.

Samantha Morton stars as a "morally ambiguous" young Scottish woman who seems to come into and go from her life and surroundings without the least bit of effect from others or towards herself. I would almost label this film an Existential effort, but the main character, "Morvern Callar", DOES occasionally seem to connect with someone or something… seem… Samantha Morton does a wonderful job creating a character that deserves no attention, yet keeps you watching. Think of this story as one expressing Distances – Detachments – Disabled Psyches. Her reactions seem consistently inappropriate – ill timed for the moment. Her socialization gene was stunted at birth. Life, for better and worse, is little more than water off her back. She's not being mean, she's not being ironic, she's not being moody. She's just not being. (PS: If you have trouble with Scottish accents, prepare to concentrate.)