Following is a flawed but intriguing and very distinctive debut from
the 29-year-old British director Christopher Nolan. Shot in black and
white, it is about Bill (Jeremy Theobald), a scruffy would-be writer
who just decides to follow people around at random and experience their
lives vicariously. One of his marks is a suave, well-dressed burglar
who invites him to join him on a day’s work and experience the
real hardcore thrill of intrusion and voyeurism.
These are the real delights of burglary, and the connoisseurship and
wit with which these pleasures are laid out for us – together
with the disquieting, rather Pinteresque dialogue – makes this
unusual little film a very interesting prospect. Unfortunately, Following
is almost ruined by a disjointed narrative structure: a pointless and
pretentious shuffling up of scenes which adds nothing at all to the
film and is just confusing. But Following is very original, no question,
with a pleasingly occult sense of the city’s hidden, deserted
spaces. Christopher Nolan, credited for the screenplay and cinematography
too, is a coming man.