My Old School

The film achieves a Rashomon-like complexity of viewpoint, although it’s a lot funnier than Kurosawa’s classic film. It’s partly the Scottish sense of humour, so rich in its understanding of human frailty.

It’s a fascinating story that starts as an affable, strange-but-true tall tale but ends in a decidedly minor key.

A labyrinthine network of self-deception, snobbery and megalomania as MacKinnon’s antiseptic arrogance creeps through...

Animated segments cleverly and visually ape MTV’s contemporaneous Daria, and add another lively dimension to this pleasingly calibrated ruse.

There is something tragic and disturbed at the heart of this tale but that is never investigated... He is allowed to talk yet never reveals himself. Still, you will enjoy the ride.

Jono McLeod’s film is admirably unsensationalist: what could be easy fodder for summary character assassination becomes reflective and, as MacKinnon’s real life story is revealed, flecked with empathy.

It’s in its thoughtful analysis of humanity’s hopes and fears that McLeod‘s documentary excels, using its “unimaginable” story to tackle universal struggles and anxieties.

McLeod reveals some astonishing discrepancies between how the former classmates collectively remember events -- and what actually happened.

Go in knowing as little as possible... absolutely trippy... go see!

At 104 minutes long, My Old School is a fluffy and frictionless film that lacks any real heft to make it a substantially entertaining and engaging endeavour.