I saw Mancattan at the Salford Film Fest; and, just like the rest of the audience, I really enjoyed it. It's not only been made on no budget at all, but also with hardly any crew. But the main thing about it is that it's deceptively clever. It's full of references to Woody Allen, and Phil Drinkwater delivers lines full of flurries of 'Woody-isms' whilst still being a real character - a film studies tutor teaching a 'Rom-Com' module who's tongue-twistedly in love with a someone else's girlfriend - and to desperately shy to do anything about it. Meanwhile his best mate Colin's become a bit moody and depressed about his own life. Trapped in dead-end job that he's over-qualified for, tied down by a relationship, Colin just plain needs to get away and take serious stock of his life. So they both head off on a short break to New York with the idea of making a bit of a documentary about Woody Allen's take on the city - but, as it turns out, when it comes to this 'film within a film' they haven't got a clue. Warhurst and Drinkwater are making a subtle but serious point here about how the aim of so many British filmmakers is to end up working in America making American films. They, though, go home. Let's face it, if you're British you can't strip American movies from your consciousness, but you can recognise the similarities and differences - I too was struck by the similarities between the two great cities when I went to New York - and use them in an attempt to forge a new aesthetic. To their credit they bring this off. OK, so a film like this could benefit from a Woody-sized budget and some crisper editing. But the UK is almost totally dominated by Hollywood and London. No-budget is pretty much all you've got otherwise. So look at Mancattan as a piece of real, inventive, indie-film-making and you'll see something miles better than any piece of mumblecore.