Where did this film come from, and how have I never heard of it in seven years? Franklyn is a bizarre, original, imperfect and polished fever-dream of an art project. I immediately went to check what else director Gerald McMorrow has done, and what projects he has lined up. Sadly, there was virtually nothing.

You can tell that the film is directed by someone with vision, but someone who isn't necessarily confident enough to make a film of this scale. Confidence is replaced with passion in this feature, and sometimes passion is more important than confidence. I was amazed to discover that this film only had a budget of £6 million - the CGI and entire look of the film was fresh, clean and simply well-done: this could have been a big-budget Hollywood production and no-one would be the wiser. (Take note studios, you can make a big film for a small budget...)

The most iconic images from the film come from one of several storylines in the film, the Rorschachesque Jonathan Preest. Preest is a masked vigilante atheist detective from the religion-based dystopic Meanwhile City. The art design is fabulous, costume and make-up likewise - detail is given to every extra, which makes the city seem especially real. There is a distinct Terry Gilliam feeling to meanwhile city, with ranting street preachers reading from instruction manuals for tumble-dryers as well as the Clerics, the religious enforcers of Meanwhile City.

No dystopian Brazil-like city is complete without dutch angles. Dutch angles are fickle things, because they're difficult to pull of in a consistent fashion without detracting from the visual style. Franklyn works it perfectly, emphasising character with these shots.

It is too easy getting excited about all the Meanwhile City scenes, as they are so visually exciting - yet they are but a fifth of the film. Eva Green, Sam Riley and Bernard Hill walk through their own slightly bizarre storylines until the climax at the end. The actors listed here are impressive, especially when one discovers that Ewan McGregor, Paul Bettany and John Hurt were all part of the original cast.

I mentioned the climax of the film, where the film hints at loose ends being tied together. While the previous 80 minutes had been bewildering and thoroughly engaging, and some answers would be welcome, the film falls flat during it's final minutes. That's not to say that the film is ruined by the ending,it tries to over-simplify too much - like trying to channel an entire river through a tube the size of a wine bottle. Too much had been set up over the course of the film, the ambiguity is engaging, and the finale feels like uninspired compared to the rest of the film. Some questions remain unanswered, thankfully, and the visual feast remains for the auience in good taste.

A Final Comment: Why hasn't Gerald McMorrow been snapped up by studios to create a unique blockbuster, like Colin Trevorrow?