Cornish tourism is the hook for Mark Jenkin’s hypnotic tale of a villager angling for payback against the owners of his old home
Cornish film-maker Mark Jenkin has created an arrestingly strange adventure in zero-budget analogue cinema, a black-and-white film shot with a Bolex cine-camera on 16mm film, and developed in such a way as to create ghostly glitches and scratches on the print: a bizarre expressionist melodrama. It has the huge closeups and crashingly emphatic narrative grammar of early cinema and, like home movies, it has non-diegetic sound, with dialogue overdubs and ambient noise that could well be taken from a sound-effects LP. But it’s very effective, and the monochrome cinematography desentimentalises the Cornish landscape, turning it into an anti-postcard.
The weirdness of Bait can’t be overestimated; it’s like an episode of EastEnders directed by FW Murnau. Martin Ward (Edward Rowe) is a fisherman, a gloweringly aggressive man who resents the incomers who have taken over his village. Fishing is in decline. Where once his industry used bait to catch fish, now the whole community and the beautiful landscape are used as bait to catch tourists. Only it feels as if the tourists are the ones who have the locals in their net.