I gave up on this film after about 15 minutes. I stayed with it that long to give it a chance. The final straw was the scene where a young conservation officer stripped to a skimpy bikini, in front of three men whom she did not know. How very unlikely. I realised that the target demographic for the film was pre pubescent boys and I switched off. Up until that point I had endured Harry Enfield's brave attempt at a Scottish accent, a machine gun being used by criminals in the Scottish countryside, a character with a tumescence beneath his clothing and some poor attempts at acting. I'm not sure why Martin Compston chose to appear in this, as it is hardly a boost for his career. I had been looking forward to a Scottish comedy and a few laughs, but I just felt that my intelligence had been insulted by this puerile film.
Summary: Oh dear...
Review of Scottish Mussel
