Cherry Tree Lane -- Film Review



EDINBURGH -- The urban middle-class nightmare of house invasion forms the basis of Paul Andrew Williams' "Cherry Tree Lane," but beyond an early tone of dread, it plays out to pointless effect.

A bored married couple are at home for the evening when three thugs burst in looking to mete out vengeance to their son, who apparently has become mixed up in a world of drugs and violence.

The threats are predictable and the language banal in a tale that might have benefited from the constraints of a television commission but promises little by way of theatrical boxoffice.

Rachael Blake and Tom Butcher are fine as the complaisant spouses for whom it is a shock that their absent son has made some dangerous choices.

Jumayn Hunter, Ashley Chin and Sonny Muslim inhabit hooligan stereotypes that have a code of their own but no acquaintance with anything resembling civilized behavior.

It might be gripping if original, but it's all too familiar and Williams has nothing to suggest either as a possible solution to the social problem or a resolution to his drama.

Venue: Edinburgh International Film Festival
Cast: Rachael Blake, Tom Butcher, Jumayn Hunter, Ashley Chin, Sonny Muslim
Production: Street Mill Pictures
Sales: Metrodome
Director: Paul Andrew Williams
Screenwriter: Paul Andrew Williams
Producer: Ken Marshal
Director of Photography: Carlos Catalan
Production designer: Alison Butler
Music: Unkle
Costume designer: Marianne Agertoft
Editor: Tom Hemmings
No rating, 78 minute