Scottish filmmaker Lawrie Brewster returns with The Unkindness Of Ravens.  Many of you will have been lucky enough to have seen Lawrie's previous feature film The Lord of Tears, an excellent low budget horror film.  Based on on the Kickstarter alone for his new film I am deeply excited by what I have seen.  The Unkindness of Ravens is shaping up to be a fantastic horror film.  I'm so excited I am going to be backing this film, and I highly recommend that you consider doing the same, I think this is going to be one of the highlights of next year.    

In the bleak highlands of Scotland, an army veteran must battle his demons in a last desperate bid to reclaim his life and his sanity.

The Unkindness of Ravens is an exciting, original, feature-length horror film that blends the psychological with the supernatural in a nightmarish tale of one man's journey into hell.  

The Unkindness of Ravens tells the story of Andrew, a homeless veteran plagued by flashbacks of a traumatic event he witnessed in the army. Andrew travels to a retreat in the remote Scottish Highlands hoping to overcome his fear of ravens, the dark creatures that populate his visions. But, in this bleak wilderness, his nightmares manifest into an enemy more powerful than he could ever have imagined. Our script was written by the amazing Sarah Daly in 2012.

Inspired by the Valkyries of Norse mythology as well as the Celtic Morrigan, these evil raven-headed beasts stalk the earth, seeking suitable victims. They hunt in a flock or 'unkindness' and their ultimate prize is the juicy white eyeballs of their chosen victim. These incredible creatures were designed by Gavin Robertson and Lawrie Brewster in 2012 with help from the public The Unkindness of Ravens Artist Group (2012) Copyright Hex Media ltd.

Lawrie Brewster - DirectorLawrie Brewster is passionate about making bold horror films set against backgrounds rich with mythos and lore. He is also a jack of all trades, a technical and VFX wizard whose past work has been featured in film festivals such as Sundance and South by Southwest.

Sarah Daly - WriterSarah Daly is a prolific Irish musician and screenwriter with a love for all things dark and mysterious. Her work has been performed by stars such as Gary Oldman, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Anne Hathaway.

Jamie Scott Gordon - Lead Actor 


Jamie Scott Gordon is a wild and intense method actor who threw himself into a mental abyss in order to play such a disturbed and challenging role.

Why They Need Your  Help 


We really need your help to complete our post-production and to market the film so that it can be seen by the widest audience possible.So far, we've used our own money along with some help from our friends at Dark Dunes Productions to fund the shooting phase of our film. Now we need your help to finish off the film. Every penny we get we'll match with our own blood, sweat and tears as we work to make this the best film it can possibly be. We care passionately about our audience and we love the way that Kickstarter allows us to connect with the very people we do this for. So we hope you'll share this crazy and exciting journey with us!

There’s nothing to be scared of in the countryside, surely? Suspicious villagers? Maybe. Local ales that burn the lining from your stomach? Maybe. Scarecrows? Probably. Cow shit? Definitely.

Of course I jest, as I’m from the noble county of Somerset. And as I write this article in the comfy living room of a house in the middle of an ‘urban’ neighbourhood of concrete, glass and brick, I find myself missing the sweep of the wind across the hills and the bleak beauty of the fields in winter. I miss the summer sun upon lush grassland and the browning of the trees in autumn. I miss it all; every leaf and blade of grass, every whisper of wind through narrow country lanes and across bridle paths. These things will always be in my heart. I will always be a child of fields and meadows.

There's a particular generation here in the UK members of which, should you utter phrases in front of them such as: “Side-step to your left!” or “Where am I?” or “Oooooh, nasty!” will get slightly misty eyed and enthusiastic for a show they recall loving as children, but whose name escapes them. 

That show is Knightmare, a phenomenally ambitious experiment that resulted in what is unambiguously one of the most challenging, engaging and atmospheric children's shows of all time. For the most part, the media we loved as children does not stand up to an adult viewing. We notice the technical limitations, the terrible writing, the awful animation; the trite, cereal box morals. 

Knightmare is a whole other species; a show that not only stands up to an adult viewing, but gets better and better and better as we and it age. 

It's been a crazy 2 weeks, of that there can be no doubt.  The following story is true, and no names have been changed to protect the innocent.

I stood in the dealer’s room and watched as a man climbed onto a table, stood up and began to read.  The opening chapter to a book he was launching. His first published novel.  I listened, transfixed, as he transported me from a large room in a conference centre to a community hall in Devon, circa 1995.  A tale of a boy, in a church full of people, with a bomb vest on.  The boy wants to talk to God, and if he doesn't answer, well, let’s just say that there may be trouble ahead.

Welcome, to the third part of my F-Con 2015 report.

Day 3.

Another crappy sleep, another shamble down to breakfast - this time, no nosebleed, yay! - and more nonsense chatter that's probably best not to be repeated here (suffice to say, Dion Winton Polak was on particular filthy form). There was a sense of melancholy in the air, which I suppose was natural as we were all aware that we' be saying goodbye to each other, most not knowing when the next time we'd meet (but knowing it would be quite a few months, at least). I think, as well, there was slight tension with those who were nominated in various awards, and so the atmosphere at breakfast was a little subdued (aside from my typically inappropriate topics of conversation).

Welcome, to the second part of my F-Con 2015 report.

Day 2.

After a short, restless sleep in my hotel room - the too small single bed, or the floor beneath, was tilted at a slight angle, causing me to fear I'd fall out - I woke early and stumbled down for breakfast, after suffering a short, spontaneous nose-bleed (I have a slight deviated septum from an ancient injury and am prone to the occasional nose-bleed at times of stress or just bumping my nose slightly). I had the place pretty much to myself, so gorged on a lovely fry-up until other people started to arrive. The hotel was nice enough, if a little old-fashioned, but the staff were really friendly and not at all worried about establishment being taken over almost completely by a bunch of horror, SF and fantasy enthusiasts. Breakfast was an entertaining affair, with talk of skin-suits - a brief explanation of the Fighting Fantasy game of the previous night - and it escalated quickly to my contemplation of whether you could hollow a person out and wear the remaining flesh as a disguise (this is now mulling around my head as a short story idea...so no stealing).