My notes on You’ll Never Find Me
Middle-aged recluse Patrick (Brendan Rock) is awake, drinking and brooding in a trailer at 2AM. A wet, confused young woman (Jordan Cowan) knocks at his door, seeking shelter from a dramatic thunderstorm. Her story of why she’s here – and how she got from the beach to the trailer park – makes little sense. Then again, bearlike Patrick has his secrets too. This creepy, twisty Australian two-hander from Josiah Allen and Indianna Bell starts out as a Barbarian riff (or sustained homage to the sandwiches scene from Psycho), with both characters flying red flags and acting suspiciously while being suspicious of the other – she pours his nice hot soup into a boot, finds single earrings in his bathroom cabinet, and won’t give a straight answer about anything… he gives backstory about a wife and a grim childhood, and is given to philosophy about why he’s in the back of beyond. Both hallucinate blood. The park is troubled by ‘feral kids’ and the two-characters-onscreen set-up of the first hour is broken by a crowd of apparitions in the last act (I was reminded of the way Roger Corman brings on extras as Usher ancestors to open out his four-person House of Usher). In the end, it might be a ghost story or a riff on the silent movie convention of the murderer haunted by phantoms of their own conscience … but it keeps the plates spinning for its whole running time.
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