This BAFTA winning debut for both Chris Morris and Warp Films is about a man who no longer uses his name because he's decided he's ceased to deserve one, and a dog called Rothko.
Imogen found me in the car park at Sainsbury's. A paper sack had cornered me by the bins. "I've got a job for you" she said as she drove us through the park. I was in the back because Rothko was on the passenger seat. "He likes to see out" said Imogen. I don't, so that was OK. "I'll be away for a week" she said..."Don't answer the phone but do take Rothko for a walk - if you don't run him off he'll shred the sofa". She also left labels on parts of the house like "tap" and "cupboard" because last time I'd been sick in a drawer. That was four days ago. Rothko's sitting on the chair again. Occasionally he looks at the telly. Mostly he's looking at me looking at the telly. It's 2pm. He doesn't want me here. And I haven't taken him out once.
Chris Morris has emerged as one of the most perceptive and controversial satirists of his age, with credits such as On the Hour, The Day Today, Jam, Brass Eye and now his feature-film debut Four Lions. His brand of humour is frequently dark and uncomfortable.