Our Mythical Film Industry


A still from ‘Braveheart’, Scotland’s most award winning movie – not made in Scotland

What? No drama?

A BBC spokesperson apologised for the absence of any drama about, produced, and made in, Scotland since 2014. Actually, it’s earlier than that. Practically speaking, it takes over two years from green lighting a project to the finished article, longer if waiting for transmission, or cinema release. This is why we are startled to see our favourite actor grey haired at interview. He made the drama years back.

One reason for the situation is ventured by a BBC executive, “There isn’t the talent in Scotland.” If I identify him it will only cause him acute embarrassment, but he deserves to be named and shamed. Then again, all he’s doing is signify we are a colonised country.

What is extant is a paucity of activity. A justified reaction might be better expressed as, what film industry?


Satyajit Ray – Bengal’s own cinematic polymath

He is not the messiah

The story of Scotland’s cinematic output is one of still birth, followed by a new messiah who is lured to London, and then to Hollywood, get’s praised by Scotland’s media, and then gets fired from a big budget film. Scotland leaches talent to another’s culture.

Though master filmmakers encounter Hollywood at some time in their career only to get ripped off, they tend to remain with their homeland because that’s where inspiration springs eternal: Satyajit Ray in Bengal, Kurosawa in Japan, Sergei Eisenstein in Soviet Russia, Truffaut in France, Bergman in Sweden, Pedro Almodóvar in Spain, too many to list in Latin America. Scotland’s directors and actors go abroad, and usually stay there.

A cottage industry

If you decide to stay in Scotland and want to be a filmmaker you compromise – television drama, documentaries, and commercials – if you can get them. There isn’t the quantity of commissions for a filmmaker to specialise. We have a cottage industry of sorts, the equivalent of one-and-a-half resident film crew, very few producers, and even fewer directors. For the most part Scotland is a backdrop to a foreign filmmaker’s project.

We are a service industry. We locate for other people’s films. We supply the catering. What self-generated productions exist, exist against the odds.

Resident practitioners appear and disappear each decade as people move to London, or just give up on the profession. If you want to make film the money is in London. The power is in London. Distribution is in London. The funds are in London.

Last in is a sissy

The discrepancy is partly the fault of Scotland’s broadcasting companies, their misguided commissioning procedure. For example, an English-based producer can pitch a project to BBC Scotland, and conversely, a Scottish-based producer can pitch to BBC London. Scottish producers not part of the fashionable metropolis have little chance of winning what is an elimination contest. It doesn’t help, of course, that BBC Scotland reduced the post of head of drama to commissioning editor, under the direction of BBC London .

Channel Four, once the saviour of the English film industry with a solid policy to encourage new filmmakers, (I was one) hardly participates in Scottish drama. STV made endless series of Taggart, eventually in modern dress. It did that because the ITV network guaranteed to buy them and transmit them.

STV tried making movies on the C4 model. It employed one of David Puttnam’s best production disciples to generate films. His first project was not only English made in England, but a gigantic turkey. He lost his job – production staff are not the most erudite in spotting a fine screenplay; Scotland lost a decent chance at continuous productions.

Try being a Scottish-based producer, one able to bear the costly expense of London travel and meetings, but up against a hoard of experienced London-based companies well networked, and see how far you get with your Celtic subject matter. English producers have little competition in Scotland. BBC’s cliché of a ‘level playing field’ is hogwash.


Too many calls to talk about film and not enough calls of ‘Action!”

Build it and they will come

Ireland has its Ardmore studios, England has Pinewood, Norway has three studios.

Resident companies in Scotland make the same claim on public finance as they did when I decided to close down in Edinburgh and set up shop in Los Angeles: we need a film studio. The Scottish Government is resolved to create one – four dry walls and some lighting. [The SNP administration did exactly that, opening studio facilities in a disused warehouse in Leith, Sean Connery’s son, Jason, one of the partners chosen to run it.

Studios have catches attached, like the extra land needed for a hotel, and houses. Nevertheless, a film studio can be a simple ‘dry wall’ building of large proportion and soundproofed; four walls with a lighting gantry and some state of the art computers for graphics enhancement. It should be kept apart from aircraft and road noise, but close to motorway access, and near woods and a hill for cheap outdoor scenes.

Next comes the question, who pays for skeleton staff to run it, and rent it to indigenous and visiting production companies? Lastly, just as important, what tax advantages are available to encourage productions to shoot in Scotland?

When planning a film shot in Australia, (about an errant Scottish pioneer) the state film fund offered me up to three quarters of the budget, so long as two thirds of the film was shot in Australia, with a proportion of crew and actors Aussies. You are also expected to use as many local facilities as possible. However, editing can be in another country, the country where the project originated, in my case, Scotland.

The lack of bureaucracy is impressive. “You’re shocked, mate! We offered money before you made your pitch, right? We make films here, we don’t talk about the bloody things.”


Pinewood Studios. When expansion was planned I proposed it set outside Edinburgh, as part of our ‘pool and share’ doctrine. The laughter could be heard in Orkney.

Distribute the film 

Having no distributor leaves a small nation producing expensive home movies. To some degree the Norwegian model overcomes that problem. It subsidises all its films, as many as a dozen a year, ensuring the producer gets the most from box office so he or she can invest in another film together with government grant aid. The films get distributed in Scandinavian countries. A few make it to Europe.

But generally Norwegian films don’t travel very far. Does that matter? It does, if Scotland wants to speak to other nations, not just to its self. We like to think we speak a kind of intelligible English that doesn’t require our dramas subtitled or dubbed. That means subsidising production to stimulate product. Here lies temptation on capitalist  lines.

Government investment has a tendency to lead to hard-nosed commercial subject matter. If not a government grant the film has to make a profit, unless, that is, the state decrees a healthy level of ‘art house’ subject matter alongside populist material, the kind concerned with mature adult issues, and not super heroes running down corridors chased by fireballs. But the state should not choose the subject matter. It should back indigenous filmmakers and only ensure they are capable of achievement.

Broadcasters to the rescue

To make all that work we want for a reliable terrestrial broadcaster mandated to invest in and transmit indigenous film, once cinemas show it. Any profits can be used to sustain the distributor, with a good portion reinvested in Scottish-made movies.

If a state run distribution entity doesn’t exist we have come no further than the days when STV rewarded master documentary maker, John Grierson, with a television series to show documentaries, but never once invested in his work. He ended his career early, talking about filmmakers, not making documentaries himself. That’s the Scotland I know – ever keen to praise international names, cringes when it comes to elevating our own.


‘Trainspotting’ – a box office failure, smash hit at Blockbuster Rental. Not a penny came back to Scotland, other than Irvine Welsh’s fees

Adult content only

As a side issue, but one that arises from the loss of talent: we cannot keep making mostly ‘yoof’ films, one every two years, and not much else. The list is almost endless, and I contributed to it. There are so many: Bill Douglas’ trilogy My Ain Folk; Forsyth’s That Sinking Feeling and Gregory’s Girl; Rat Catcher, Small Faces, Restless Natives; Conquest of the South Pole, like Trainspotting set in Edinburgh’s port of Leith, Sunshine on Leith, and so on, and so forth. Even the much praised television political thriller shot in Glasgow, Brond, my own production, contained a student as its central character.

Youth obsession arrives with monotonous regularity because  it embodies happenings and adventures immediately close to the rookie filmmaker’s life experience, the graduate from film school. And they are the cheapest to fund. Young actors don’t cost as much as star actors. My own cinematic film was a little under half-a-million pounds.  (The television drama was £2,2 million.) Youth orientated stories ought to be a strand of our output, not the be and end all, child-centred material too.

Child-centred films as distinct from youth films are something else. Fine examples include Brian Forbes’ Whistle Down the Wind, (1961) the Spanish Victor Erice’s  masterpiece The Spirit of the Beehive, (1973) and a wonderful masterwork from American actor and newcomer to direction Brady Corbet, Childhood of a Leader, (2015) about the making of a fascist.


If Scotland had a film industry we wouldn’t lose our milkmen

Scots don’t make movies. We go to see them.

We have writers and novelists of the highest ability able to create the stories of our time, and stories filled with symbolism of our past.

Ready to collaborate are our painters, graphic artists, cartoonists, and camera crew, composers, and a legion of superb actors. No wonder their contemporaries elsewhere are lauded and venerated. They have the opportunity to develop and grab it with enthusiasm.

For my part, I accept, reluctantly, many of my best Scottish projects won’t be realised. At the very least that’s a lost opportunity for the employment of talented contemporaries. In fact, it’s a bloody disgrace.

(An abridged version of this essay appeared in June 2016 edition of iScot magazine.)



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5 Responses to Our Mythical Film Industry

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  2. Peter says:

    Any excuse to bash Braveheart.

    The entire first half of the film was shot in Scotland. The reason they did the rest in ireland was because of tax breaks and the use of the irish army as extras in the battle scenes.

    It’s a quality film and wet-nats really do need to get over themselves.

    Also the domination of Scottish culture by the glasgow mafia is the 2nd biggest problem after english cultural imperialism. Address that next time.

  3. Grouse Beater says:

    There’s no criticism of ‘Braveheart’ in this essay. The caption under the portrait of Gibson is a satirical observation, not a condemnation.

    Almost all of the film was shot in Ireland. It was planned for Scotland by the then Secretary of State was not happy about the idea. The Irish Film Board offered the tax breaks and the army extras that induced it there. Sadly, Irish mountains look tame in comparison to Scotland’s as a backdrop.

    There is another essay defending the film entitled ‘Braveheart Shmaveheart’.

    I am not aware of any “wet-nats” who dislike the film. They understand it’s loosely based on Wallace’s life with the fictional addition of the French princess love affair – a standard Hollywood commercial intrusion. Wallace stands as an example of a Scottish costume epic the English film industry would never look at let alone finance.

    Also, you need to define what you mean by ‘the Glasgow mafia’.

  4. I’m reading this in the office of my film company.

    Today I’m meeting cast and crew to discuss our next feature. On Friday I leave for an awards ceremony in Manchester where our last feature is up for an award. Next week I’m shooting our present feature. I can name a number of Scottish film makers doing the same. We work here, we shoot here and we stay here.

    We are though totally ignored by Creative Scotland and the BBC and the mainstream media, but we don’t care because they are an irrelevance to what is happening in the real Scottish film industry.

  5. Grouse Beater says:

    First, good to hear from you, Graeme, and second, congratulations on your endeavours. I admire the energy and the determination.

    I know it has to feel like pushing a rock up a hill at times, but like children dragging a sledge uphill the joy is in the going down again.

    With one exception, I didn’t include Creative Scotland in my comments because that’s for another time. But I hope my observations coincide with your own and are a spur to effort.

    Keep in touch – I’d be keen to hear of your company’s work.

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