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Nobody Has To Know

Reviewed by Stephen Pye

'Nobody Has To Know' is an old-fashioned weepie built on two wonderfully understated performances. Bouli Lanners (the film's writer and director) and Michelle Fairley play Phil and Millie, two middle-aged lost souls who find that love moves in very mysterious ways. It's a romance built on longing looks and subtle facial expressions; there's a palpable sense of yearning in every frame. 

Phil is a burly, big-hearted Belgian farmhand whose reasons for moving to the Outer Hebrides aren't immediately clear. One Sunday, as the faithful are chatting after their weekly Kirk service they hear
that Phil has suffered a stroke.

As Phil's boss Angus (Julian Glover) expresses his concern, we see from Fairley's performance that Angus's middle-aged daughter Millie is silently devastated. Although born and raised on the island, she's an outsider too. Her aloof manner has earned the unmarried estate agent a cruel nickname – The Ice Queen. But deep passions stir beneath that frosty exterior. The Belgian returns to the community physically unharmed but suffering from temporary amnesia.

"I am your friend," Millie tells him when she arrives at his cottage to drive him to work at her father's farm. This is probably a white lie. Her next one is a lot darker. "We were lovers," she tearfully confesses. Phil is surprised but more than happy to submit to his own secret passion.

But how will he feel when his memory returns? That question gives the plot its ticking clock. Its power lies in the performances and the fizzing chemistry between its two leads. 

The film owes a great deal to its cinematographer Frank Van Den Eeden whose devotion to his craft is made manifest by the incandescent beauty of the landscape of Western Lewis.

On a Sunday evening which outside matched the often-inclement Hebridean weather, a large and appreciative audience left uplifted and warmed by the whimsy of this sweet film.