New Age America is grafted onto staid rural England, calypso onto Elgar, farce onto realism. Gale finds the dark side devilishly alluring and he has a great talent for contrivance. He especially likes to probe the weaknesses that make us vulnerable. Through all this, he creates the space to make the ordinary extraordinary and to find redemption where there was little evidence that any would be forthcoming. It’s a graft with just the right hint of corruption.