When director David Wolfe first had inspirations for Catch Me Daddy it was – of all things – reading a newspaper article. Based from what he read, he cinematised it for the big screen.

In the film, we follow Leila, a girl on the run from her family, who is now hiding out in West Yorkshire with her drifter boyfriend. When her brother arrives in town with a gang of violent thugs in tow, she is forced to flee her life and faces the darkest night of her life.

Much like a newspaper article, the film needs a headline to sell it; to make people want to watch it. Catch Me Daddy doesn’t have one though. It is a largely unknown director, an unprofessional cast and low-key story. But what Catch Me Daddy does have going for it is the catch vs. mouse narrative, and have it ties in from both perspectives. It shows who is where, how they catch up with each other and tension ensuing - this is the films highlight.

Although the stories runs parallel, it does takes a long while to get you involved – the first twenty minutes is a battle to continue watching... Get past that however, and the story slowly picks up and intensifies. Set over the course of one evening, we see the lining of boots, gun preparation and hunting around. All teases that something bad will eventually happen.

But rather than the violence that it teases, we are mainly shown close-ups of penises and birds having their heads squished. All rather uncomfortable viewing. That aside, and the film looks fine. Although perhaps too fine, as it dips into the style over substance fiasco. It needs an acquired taste, but if you have that, then you will love Catch Me Daddy.