Ben Wheatley’s directorial debut, (2009), is a masterclass in low-budget, claustrophobic filmmaking that subverts the traditional British gangster genre by dragging it into the kitchen sink. Shot in just eight days in the home of co-writer Robin Hill’s parents, the film trades sprawling underworld empires for a cramped suburban house in Brighton, where the most dangerous weapon is often a poisoned cup of tea. Domesticity Meets Depravity
The story centers on Bill (Robert Hill) and his son Karl (Robin Hill), who return home after a prison stint convinced there is a "rat" in their midst. Unlike the slick, stylized criminals of Guy Ritchie films, these men are mundane and petty:
The film is celebrated for its and "hyper-real" feel, largely due to the real-life chemistry of the cast. Down Terrace — Ben Wheatley - In Review Online