Ages ago, I asked Susanne The Scot's husband if he thought that she believed in the Loch Ness Monster.
"Deep down she's a romantic, so yes, I expect she does," he answered.
This conversation came back to me after seeing Patterson's Wager that first time.
Not because it's about the Nessie (it's not), but because deep down, I too am a romantic and this little movie got past the cynical wall I built to keep out schlocky romantic comedies and lovelorn sagas. It surprised and charmed me. That, my friends, is rare.
I haven't been officially employed as a film writer in nearly a decade, but I still watch a lot of movies and every once in a while, I get the urge to write about one. O. Corbin Saleken's 2015 film Patterson's Wager is is one of those movies.
This Canadian indie has been making the festival circuit and racking up awards along the way. Jeremy and I discovered it through Fred Ewanuick, who is cast as Charles, an ordinary guy in an extrordinary situation. Without explanation or warning, Charles begins to have visions of events just moments in the future.
As a subject and storytelling device precognition is nothing new, but Saleken has used it deftly, in service to the real challenge his character faces.