By Stefanie Durbin
When Mac MacIntyre (played with deadpan perfection by Peter Riegert) is
sent by his star-gazing, slightly insane Knox Oil and Gas boss (Burt
Lancaster) to Scotland's West Coast to buy the rights to a seaside town
slated to be the site of an oil refinery, Mac embarks on his journey
reluctantly. "Why do I have to go to all the way to Scotland?"
Mac complains to a coworker. "I'm really more of a Telex man."
But on the way to closing the deal, a funny thing happens: the place takes
root in Mac. The town's eccentric inhabitants, eventful night sky, and
stunning scenery soak into his psyche and combine to bring a very
different Mac to the surface, a Mac who collects seashells, walks on the
beach in his jeans instead of his suit, and throws his calendar watch,
beeping "meeting time in Houston," into the sea.
Mac eventually vies to switch places with Gordon Urquhart--accountant,
bartender, innkeeper, and community representative in the land deal. After
an evening spent drinking 42-year-old scotch ("old enough to be out
on its own," Mac chirps, and then laughs smugly at his own joke) and
negotiating the real estate deal, Mac tries to negotiate a deal for
himself--to trade his high-rise Houston apartment, Porsche, and
oil-company job for Urquhart's less traditional, but more fulfilling,
The plot runs along almost as if behind the scenes, and the characters
are intriguing, but the real appeal here is the incisive yet gentle humor.
During a visit to a Knox Oil lab, Mac is shown into a room that contains a
miniature of the town he has been sent to purchase. The head of the lab
says, "Welcome to our little world," and then gives Mac the
plastic replica of the town as a souvenir. "Dream large," he
intones. The irony's easy to miss and is just one example of the
intelligent presence--in the form of writer and director Bill
Forsyth--working behind the scenes here.
Mark Knopfler's delicate, haunting soundtrack complements the sometimes
melancholy, sometimes hilarious currents of Local Hero to