A rather pleasant and leisurely journey with director Tim Plester as he returns to his home village of Adderbury in Oxfordshire to connect with his past. His father was a former dancer with the morris men of that village, but Tim wanted to be an astronaut or a glam rock star, but he most definitely did not want to be a morris dancer! But as Plester begins to connect ever more with the past, the lure of waving a large white hanky around and banging sticks together starts to have a strange and hypnotic appeal. Can he resist the lure of the morris?
At just over an hour this is not an in depth documentary, it is more one mans personal journey. Plester looks at the origins of morris dancing which is shrouded in the mists of time. He also looks at the 70s folk-rock-inspired revival led by groups like 'Fairport Convention' and their album "Morris On". The film also connects sadly with the 'lost generation' of the First World War when we discover that of all the young Adderbury morris dancers who left to fight in that war, only one returned alive. The dancers make a sentimental journey to the killing fields where they pay a fitting morris style homage to the fallen. The film evokes an English paradise of lost content, with beautiful shots of rural tranquility. There are times watching this documentary when morris dancing seems cool. Certainly a good deal of beer drinking goes on, which is a definite attraction. It is almost enough for me to hand in an application in the hope of dancing to the rhythm of the sticks and bells, ....... but not quite.