An experimental, 1996, eight-minute film from Hydrofilms, The Fisherman is the story of two guys driving to a dilapidated house in the woods where strange events occur. There was no script, no actors, just three friends, a camera, a wig and entirely improvised on the day.
Naturally it makes little sense, although that was half the idea. But there's something I still enjoy about this one - the locations and compositions are great and there's a dream-like quality in the imagery. The derelict house in Shillington was a fantastic location - completely falling down and very dangerous. The floorboards were rotten and the cellar beneath flooded - more than once I put my foot through the floor!
Along with Clophill it was a local hangout that legend said was haunted - by what or whom I have no idea. It was finally knocked down a number of years ago. The second location by the motorway had Mike throwing a hangman's noose from the side of the road whilst getting hooted at by horrified motorists.
From the imagery I can see the references and what I was thinking at the time: Bunuel's Un Chien Andalou, M.R. James ghost stories, Romero's Night of the Living Dead, Fulci's City of the Living Dead and even something approaching the ending of Blair Witch three years prior to that being made.
After digging it out of the loft after 20 years on VHS it looked beaten up, but with a little restoration (nothing new visually apart from a little grading) and a couple of new (library) cues, The Fisherman has been resurrected to it's former 'lost' glory. Most importantly, there's some great memories here of endless summers and our sillier, more reckless days.