It's fortunate fisherman have stamina. All that staring at streams as time drips by will prove useful training for watching this self-funded, self-distributed film about a high-end brand of angling gear. Hardy's of Alwick are "the Rolls Royce of fishing equipment". If it's a supple split bamboo rod you're after, or a smooth-as-silk reel with dreamy torque, Hardy's is your shop of choice (Prince Charles is an especial fan of their 1912 range). The Lost World is half-promo, half-elegy, a lugubriously paced hymn to beautiful utilitarianism. Men reminisce, in sheds, about sanding. Bucolic piano tinkles away. There's old footage of tweedy gents grinning through their pipes as they display lightly flapping salmon. It's charming. For the first half-hour, at least. Then, it's like mainlining Nightol.
Film review: The Lost World of Mr Hardy
Catherine Shoard
The film is half-promo, half-elegy, a lugubriously paced hymn to beautiful utilitarianism, says Catherine Shoard
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Catherine Shoard
Catherine Shoard is film editor, Guardian News & Media
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