Trespass against Us

This is a film you'll probably like, about characters you probably won't. Brendan Gleeson and Michael Fassbender play the father/son leaders of a lawless "traveller" tribe, which seems responsible for most of the crime in their West Country locale, much to the chagrin of policeman Rory Kinnear. After Gleeson asks Fassbender to ram-raid a mansion that turns out to belong to the Lord-Lieutenant of Gloucestershire, police pressure mounts on the raggle-taggle bunch of caravan-dwellers. Tensions also arise between the opinionated but pig-ignorant Gleeson and the rather more realistic Fassbender, who accepts his own "outlaw" lot, but wants a better, more stable life for his wayward son. The dialogue is often so dialect-heavy that it sounds like something Roald Dahl might have written for the BFG, but the story has pace and vigour, the performances are good and this is Fassbender as you've never seen him before. But a lack of empathy with the characters is something that maybe stands between audiences and a full appreciation of the film.