



North Wales looks gorgeous, even when everyone’s ankle-deep in mud and dodging any conversation about their feelings.
Barry Ward plays Jack, a married mussel farmer whose settled life comes unstuck when a younger deckhand catches his eye. He makes the turmoil believable, all clenched jaw and sideways glances. The pair have chemistry, though Helen Walsh seems in a hurry to turn a few charged looks into an affair, and Daniel stays a bit of a sketch.
The mussel beds give the film a real sense of place, while even a grey, bleak Ynys Môn looks weirdly inviting. Ward and Liz White are good, but their Welsh accents occasionally wander off for a paddle. The excellent Leisa Gwenllian barely gets a look in, while White’s Maggie deserves more attention.
The story feels awfully familiar, Brokeback with added shellfish, and I could see every turn coming.
Jack’s struggle convinced me. I just wish I’d cared more about where it led him.