If you'd like to read more about the film, I'd suggest a piece that I was editing this week: Contemplating the Whirlwind written by my friend Reno, who was a post-production assistant for the film.
I was going through an old notebook a few days ago and I found this fragment scribbled down on a train ride from St. Andrews to Aberdeen about the final morning of one of my stays with Reno in Scotland:
The morning was bleak, or at least too early, and black. After sticking his head in the room to wake me and pushing some coffee into my hand, we were out the door. I walked to the wrong side of the car which would have put me in the driver's seat. A simple reminder of things being slightly foreign. The car ride brought us back to discussing "The Final Cut" and about how telling the truth is not merely recounting accurate information, but also selecting pieces of accurate information to adequately represent the larger story. But enough of that, the silver Volvo was at the train station.
I'm thankful for films, I'm thankful for friends.