Game Over

News that David Graham Scott’s 2017 documentary The End of the Game has finally been picked up by BBC World for international broadcast, injects yet more irony into this wittily observed portrait of an ageing big game hunter out to bag his last trophy.

There is a moment in Scott’s cinematic swansong when the immaculately deadpanned irony almost becomes too much to bear.

The film’s premise is the central trope for our trigger-warned times; shorthand for an industry raped by nepotism, rampant plagiarism and commercial platitudes, a synecdoche in fact, for an entire culture hobbled by self-censorship and congruent banality.

Scott, a lifelong militant Vegan, former drug addict and underground film-maker, is documenting Highland gamekeeper and ex-mercenary Guy Wallace on one final safari.

But despite the mega-quake, tectonically awkward clash in world views, Scott’s deceptively bumbling interlocutor unearths more commonality than is at first evident.

So far, so Baudrilliard: the play of signification is a thematic blur of double-meaning, metaphor and self-referential double-take.

Even the rigorously vegetable-loving Scott cannot stop himself from being drawn into the sly drama of his own devising and begins to lust after the demise of their quarry – a rather decrepit Cape Buffalo, one of the so-called Big Five of game hunting which also includes lions, leopards, elephants and the other one – as much as Wallace and their Boer guides.

And as Wallace bonds with the locals through a combination of not so much dog-whistle as fog-horn politics, heavy drinking and casual racism in between the gunplay, the two develop a grudging rapport.

Despite such potentially heavy-handed caricatures, Scott’s occasionally stately pacing and quasi-slapstick Socratic method allows him to build a more nuanced portrait of his ostensible subject(s).

Both are taking one last desperate throw of the dice as they face the irrelevance of old age and watch their mutual careers slide into the vacuum of indifference and anachronism: step over the author’s rotting corpse if you must, but know that Scott announced his intention to quit film-making even as The End of the Game premiered at the Glasgow Film Festival while, quite simply, Wallace’s lifestyle does not suggest longevity.

Both are a dying breed – Scott with his previous films courageously documenting his psychedelic struggles with heroin, Wallace with his self-imposed exile to the squalor of a caravan with a talking parrot on the Caithness moors – embody a lonely integrity, that of the great British eccentric.

Both are Scots.

And there you have it.

Critical reception for the film was sadly muted for what is arguably his best film, certainly his most polished, the mature work of an artist at the height of his powers and the pinnacle of three decades of prize-winning documentary-making.

While other, less talented contemporaries reap the rewards of such dedication to their craft, a disillusioned Scott has abandoned the medium as a near unknown.

That’s controversial.

If this was New York, Scott’s films would be running back-to-back in all night Times Square fleapits, his pictures – he is a talented painter – would be fetching heavy dough in smart Tribeca galleries and Wallace would have his own TV show.

If this was almost anywhere else, Scott would be a national treasure or cult hero at least.

Instead we have BBC Scotland. Initially enthusiastic, the film was slated for broadcast only to be shelved for a year before finally admitting it ‘wasn’t interested’.

As the credits roll, you find yourself wishing for more of his brand of unflinching honesty; no matter how tongue-in-cheek, how ironic, how controversial. That at least would be interesting.

You can watch the full film for free here.

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  1. Time, the Deer says:

    I watched this last night and couldn’t be more glad that I did – what an excellent documentary. I hope that Scott will not be offended if I compare him to Werner Herzog – he is a similarly thoughtful, witty and self-aware narrator.

    Wallace is something else – like a living parable of colonialism. Listening to him talk is like watching the dying Empire crumble in real time. Just madness. Although he never verbalises it, I thought I could see the self-doubt flitting about behind his sad old eyes at points.

    Screw the BBC – this should be playing in cinemas across the country. Many thanks to Bella for bringing it to our attention.

    1. maxwell macleod says:

      I remember this well it left me changed, thank you also for your excellent words and thank you Bella for facilitating it.

  2. Niemand says:

    Great film, loved it. Really refreshing approach. Thanks for the share and thoughtful article. Couldn’t help liking Wallace by the end despite everything.

  3. David Graham says:

    Great review, I too watched this last night, it’s an interesting tale & is visually stunning, the old boy Wallace has now apparently retired to Seville, hope he got to take his dugs with him …
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