In 1947 Whitbourne, Newfoundland, Alan Hepditch, a by-the-books but squeamish and somewhat dimwitted criminologist (whose specialty is fingerprinting) and candidate for ranger, is ... See full summary »
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In 1947 Whitbourne, Newfoundland, Alan Hepditch, a by-the-books but squeamish and somewhat dimwitted criminologist (whose specialty is fingerprinting) and candidate for ranger, is constantly being tormented by his fellow ranger candidates and his sergeant, Bill O'Mara. This torment makes him hate his training. Before Hepditch can quit, O'Mara, as a sort of punishment, assigns him to his first posting at Swyer's Harbour, where five sheep mutilations have taken place over the past year. When he arrives in Swyer's Harbour, Hepditch has a more serious crime to investigate, that of the murder of a local, mentally slow woman named Tryphenia Maud Pottle, better known to the locals as Young Triffie, whose dead body was found on the beach. When O'Mara finds out about the murder, he decides to send Rangers Jenkins and Guzzwell to Swyer's Harbour to replace Hepditch. Hepditch has thirty-six hours before his replacements' arrival, during which time he sets out to prove himself and prove O'Mara ... Written by
Part of the movie takes place in Whitbourne, Newfoundland. Whenever they showed Whitbourne, with the name under it, it was a typical Newfoundland out-port community, complete with wharf and a view of the ocean. However, Whitbourne is known as Newfoundland's first inland community. The only body of water around Whitbourne is a small pond. See more »
I won't spoil the plot, except that it's adapted from a play and it does seem like a bad adaptation of a vaudevillesque whodunit.
The music sounds like a Warner Bros cartoon and is very distracting. It surely doesn't make this very bad movie easier to stomach.
The second rate actors roll their eyes and can't elevate the weak material above its own level of mediocrity.
Remy Girard proves, once again, that he'll do anything for a paycheck. Andrea Martin, who never was a convincing actress, overacts so much that her second city work look like Shakespeare compared to this phoned-in performance.
Overall, it's a vulgar, unfunny piece of trash that does not seem to make up it's mind as to what genre it belongs to: kiddie comedy or violent adult murder mystery. A complete waste of time, but not talent.
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