Some Service

In the labyrinthine byways of early 20th-century urbanity, William Watson's 'Some Service' unfurls a comedic ballet of Sisyphean proportions, charting the increasingly farcical tribulations of a dedicated, if beleaguered, process server. Our protagonist, a veritable foot soldier in the often-absurd theater of civil jurisprudence, is tasked with the seemingly innocuous, yet monumentally challenging, mission of delivering a legal summons to an individual demonstrably averse to its reception. What ensues is not merely a simple pursuit, but a masterclass in evasion and persistence, a silent symphony of near-misses, ingenious disguises, and escalating slapstick. The film masterfully dissects the inherent friction between legal mandate and individual will, transforming a prosaic bureaucratic duty into a high-stakes game of cat and mouse across a cityscape teeming with unwitting accomplices and opportune obstacles. It's a poignant, yet uproarious, exploration of the lengths to which one will go to both enforce and circumvent the law, rendered with a delightful physical eloquence that transcends the spoken word.