Isolation and problems paying bills leading to ghastly consequences. No, this isn’t a documentary about Covid Britain, but a new indie thriller I’ve been producer on. Funded by Ffilm Cymru, it’s called Concrete Plans, which has become an increasingly ironic title in the weeks, months and years it took to make.
I am trying to forget how long I’ve been working on this film. British independent filmmaking is, like all cinema, a slow process. A short half-page synopsis was emailed over to me in March of 2014 by writer-director Will Jewell; exactly five years later we were up a mountain in the wilds of mid-Wales shooting.
Here’s an outline of the story. A manor house is in disrepair and a landowner with a fierce temper meets his match when confronted with a bill he can’t pay. The builders living on his land want their pound of flesh as events spiral out of control and a simple dispute turns into a shockingly horrific display of violence.
A film about class, migrant workers and the social tensions between the haves and have-nots felt like a strong premise for a British thriller, then Brexit took over the news cycle… suddenly we found we were shooting around the final weeks of the initial timescale for Britain’s exit from the EU, wrapping on the original departure date.
Goran Bogdan, playing our Ukrainian brickie Viktor, was unsure what to make of it all. As we geared up for filming it genuinely felt like we were taking a snapshot of the state of the nation (albeit with additional power tools and terror).