F R E D Review

Time On My Hands

By Mark

James Thomas Hudson has died. We don’t know how, but we know it was recently as we see Lily, Susie Kimnell, grieving for him daily.

Whilst she weeps, Fred, Samuel Woodhams (“ Sulphur And White “, “Inside Edge (TV)”), grieves in a very different way, very different.

In one scene writer and director Alexander Jeremy (“Dalstonian (Short)”, “Camping With Greg (Short)”), creates an exquisite juxtaposition as Fred dances through the streets with a smile on his face whilst Lily grieves at home, alone.

The whole film is very well shot and well performed, with a liberal helping of Time On My Hands by American jazz singer Lee Wiley and some old black and white clips of Buster Keaton which Fred sends Lily to cheer her up.

Fred visits his old school, searching for his “favourite teacher” Mr Rogers, Shaun Prendergast (“Doctors (TV)”, “I, Daniel Blake”), who has Alzheimer’s.

But something is amiss in F R E D, and whilst Jeremy drops hints throughout, you never feel like you fully understand what it is that’s going on, or why, or who Fred is.

Originally published at https://www.ocmoviereviews.com on March 30, 2020.