Hot wheels: between the government’s U-turn on banning fossil fuel vehicles by 2030 and militant motorists complaining about 20mph zones, it feels like cars have been hogging a lot of space in the political conversation recently. There’s no escape at the pictures, either. This week sees the release of a vehicle-centric movies that features its own sort of internal combustions: the brilliantly titled Typist Artist Pirate King, which is what we are told young rebel Audrey Amiss cheekily scrawled into her passport under “occupation”.
An aspiring artist from working-class Sunderland roots, Audrey’s talent for painting got her into the Royal Academy. But a mental breakdown in her final year set her on a different course. When we meet the middle-aged Audrey, played by Monica Dolan, she is living alone in a cramped London flat, chugging sugary drinks and compulsively scrapbooking her existence by turning hoarded food wrappers into a sort of diary.
After enduring a lifetime of mental health issues, Audrey is outspoken and unpredictable, a high-intensity chatterbox who can lurch from warm humour to caustic sarcasm. Much of this boisterous but draining energy is directed at her community psychiatric nurse Sandra (Kelly Macdonald), who is dealing with issues of her own. After a particularly intense visit, Sandra finds herself agreeing to chauffeur Audrey to a gallery that is apparently seeking to exhibit work from local artists; a last chance for validation.
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So the pair set off in Sandra’s bright yellow electric car – a dinky Nissan Leaf nicknamed “Sunshine” – for what turns out to be an extended drive. (“Thelma and Louise, eh?” chuckles Sandra.) It also becomes a moving journey through the artist’s formative years, as she greets the various strangers they meet along the way as if they were faces from her past.
These encounters give Sandra and us valuable context for Audrey’s formative traumas, but her manic outbursts and accusations tend to freak people out. In a sustained, selfless performance Dolan does little to smooth off any of Audrey’s pricklier edges.