The film (startling in its simplicity) features British photographer Chris Killip who guides the audience through a collection of forty previously unseen photographs he took in the Yorkshire fishing hamlet of Skinningrove in the 1970s and 80s.
Killip states early on that he only ever published four photos of Skinningrove, though he visited the village many times over the years, documenting tough-as-nails townsfolk. This is a village that has almost never been photographed, and for good reason – it’s a fiercely hostile town where outsiders are enemy.
Killip informs us that the idiom traditionally associated with Skinningrove is “Oh, Skinningrove, that’s where they eat their babies”.
Over the film’s fourteen minute duration the audience is presented with astonishingly beautiful images (think Diane Arbus meets Nanook of the North) and Killip’s funny and tragic anecdotal history of the subjects. The film itself is in equal parts a fascinating lecture in contemporary socio-anthropology and role of the relationship between art and artist.