A funeral on a football pitch where toxic masculinity finally meets its match: one man's tears.
Funerals can be true male environments where men want to cry but refuse to while their past rides up to hit them. Eddie Holgate is caught in this exact situation. His father has built him up all his life to be tough in an attempt to trickle down his masculinity. But as a tumultuous and charged service at his team's football pitch sparks unwanted memories, Eddie is forced to examine the man he idolized his father to be against the husband and caregiver he very much was not. With the help of his older brother, Joe, Eddie manages to unpick years of emotional neglect and abuse, and finally, allows himself to cry.
Acting
Harry Gilby's contained breakdown is extraordinary.
Direction
Stupple-Harris weaponizes football pitch setting brilliantly.
Writing
Squeezes decades of damage into fifteen minutes.
Director
Plum Stupple-Harris
Trivia, insights & behind the scenes
The film directly confronts the 'stiff upper lip' British masculinity that killed more men than wars. Football pitches as sacred male spaces make the invasion of grief almost profane.
Plum Stupple-Harris wrote this after attending three male funerals in one year where nobody cried until the parking lot. The 15-minute runtime isn't limitation—it's the exact duration before men check their phones.
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