Beautifully art designed and chocful of British character actors that you've seen in all kinds of things for years, The Undertaker is a bit of a cult treat for lovers of unusual British films. Paul McGann heads up a cast that could have been plucked out of an industrial town from the mid 20th century, replete with starched collars and drizzled raincoats. Colour and joy have seemingly been bleached from the lives of these stoic post-war Englanders. You can almost smell the carbolic. The plot follows Arthur (McGann), a seemingly mild mannered undertaker operating a modest business somewhere in the north of England in the early 1960s. After he is approached by Finlay (Roger Barclay), a local gangster, he is coerced into disposing of a mounting number of cadavers created by Finlay's gang, as they launch a power grab. Arthur is faced with the dawning reality that when the music stops, he may well be the last man who literally knows where the bodies are buried. As Kelly (Sean Gilder), the detective investigating the case puts to him "Who's going to bury you?' Arthur's journey is one of complacency, rather than greed. He seeks the easier, softer way but in doing so, places himself and others in serious peril. The vampish Vic (Tara Fitzgerald) and Finlay's accountant Pullman (Bob Cryer) recognise this, but their warnings may not arrive in time to save Arthur from a fate that could be considered far worse than death. The Undertaker is an unusual little film for the movie watcher who doesn't shy away from the quirky. Its beautifully crafted sets and overall design are somewhat reminiscent of Caro and Jeunet's 1991 classic 'Delicatessen', having a slightly other worldly quality about them. Great performances throughout and worth watching for the late, great Murray Melvin's cameo performance alone (he plays Lenny, Arthur's business partner.) A solid 8/10.
