Review: Piggy

It's comforting to know that, if ever the necessity to commit acts of prolonged, unspeakable violence on another person crops up, as it inevitably does sooner or later in a man's life, there are plenty of disused warehouses around London that will make ideal locations for it. I will have no problems gaining access to them, nor will I need to worry about anyone turning up during the three days I keep my victim there, or hearing his screams, so remote will the location be. Or so Kieron Hawkes' debut feature Piggy would have us believe: with one foot in the gritty realism of traditional London crime drama, Piggy makes a respectable go of planting the other in a murky, almost fantastical netherworld of the psyche, but ultimately can't quite keep its balance.