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What seems at first an impossibly flimsy and meagre documentary subject slowly reveals itself as cine-miniaturism with charm. Eric Steel – who directed The Bridge, about suicides on San Francisco's Golden Gate – was inspired by a New York Times obituary of Megan Boyd. Boyd had lived in a tumbledown cottage in remote northern Scotland and had been awarded the British Empire medal for creating fishing flies with passionate dedication and craft. Fishing aficionados and connoisseurs valued her work, and jealously guarded their relationship with her. The Prince of Wales was a regular customer. Steel talks to Boyd's friends, neighbours and customers and builds up an intriguing portrait of a real eccentric: a woman who dressed mannishly, drove outrageously, danced vigorously and played bridge with abandon. Teasingly, Steel withholds footage of Boyd until the end, and the effect of the accumulated testimony is interestingly literary. It is the kind of subject that might have interested Bruce Chatwin.What seems at first an impossibly flimsy and meagre documentary subject slowly reveals itself as cine-miniaturism with charm. Eric Steel – who directed The Bridge, about suicides on San Francisco's Golden Gate – was inspired by a New York Times obituary of Megan Boyd. Boyd had lived in a tumbledown cottage in remote northern Scotland and had been awarded the British Empire medal for creating fishing flies with passionate dedication and craft. Fishing aficionados and connoisseurs valued her work, and jealously guarded their relationship with her. The Prince of Wales was a regular customer. Steel talks to Boyd's friends, neighbours and customers and builds up an intriguing portrait of a real eccentric: a woman who dressed mannishly, drove outrageously, danced vigorously and played bridge with abandon. Teasingly, Steel withholds footage of Boyd until the end, and the effect of the accumulated testimony is interestingly literary. It is the kind of subject that might have interested Bruce Chatwin.
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