They pitch up in the small town of Culcarran and meet assorted locals at a bar near their hotel, getting good and drunk together. Vaughn (Jack Lowden) and Marcus (Martin McCann) are old school friends off on a hunting trip in the Highlands as a sort of final get-together before Vaughn becomes a dad. And it doesn’t let the protagonists off the hook and try to pretend they’re good guys, really: it makes us stare at them across its hour-and-a-half runtime and contemplate what it is they’ve done. It’s fuck-up after fuck-up, turning an already very bad thing into something much, much worse. Where most films would use that as the inciting incident, leading to a fun road movie, a slide into vice, or a big action extravaganza, Calibre keeps its characters in the immediate aftermath of the decision and rubs their noses in it. You know: the gun goes off in a tussle, someone ends up dead, and instead of calling the police, they try to cover it up, making things ten times worse for themselves. Calibre is a sort of extended meditation on the kinds of terrible decisions characters in films so often make.

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