Catch Me Daddy

This unblinking and upsetting debut British film gives us surprising scenes and moods all along the way

Music video helmer Daniel Wolfe and his brother Matthew confirm that style and content need not be mutually exclusive with their impressive feature debut ...

That you won't easily forget the experience may be Wolfe's big victory in a film that's easier to admire than enjoy.

It is all wrapped up in a grittily striking package, thanks in large measure to cinematographer Robbie Ryan, whose work will become the stuff of future retrospectives.

Daniel Wolfe is quick to delineate the gendered nature of honour killings and a cultural framework that deifies a son and demonises a daughter.

An authentic slice of life we've simply been dropped into right as it's reaching its climax.

Catch Me Daddy does not do anything new -- it just does it well.

It's advisable to approach the movie without much prior knowledge: the tantalising reveal of connections between the characters is masterfully done.

While the result is brutal and bleak and its ending is overly ambiguous, it remains compelling throughout.

The second act stumbles through chaotic night-time sequences that seem to mistake confusion and audience disorientation with action.

Catch Me Daddy is a gripping account of a troubled night for two lovers on the run.

The film plods from one gruesome moment to the next, as if its mere aversion to optimism constitutes a philosophy.