The Imposter

It's no secret that I have "a thing" for documentaries and The Imposter is so mouth-gapingly brilliant, so incapable of removing itself from one's cranium and so "Dear God, this story cannot be true" insane that I think it's been delivered from the heavens as some sort of late birthday present. It's that good.

13-year old Nicholas Barclay vanished in San Antonio, Texas on June 13th, 1994, and after a valiant search party that had little or no help from the media or the authorities his family had all but accepted that he was gone. So, imagine their shock to receive a call saying that Barclay had been found in Spain on October 7th, 1997; a moment that kick-started a chain of events that not even the most creative screenwriter could've come up with. What transpires is not only an unbelievable tale filled with the sort of characters you'd expect to find in an episode of King of the Hill (the sister who claims Spain is "right across the country" and the ear-obsessed private detective being particular highlights), but director Bart Layton manages to weave the numerous stories effortlessly, construct vital scenes with actors and fit in the odd Kojak clip. Give that man an Oscar immediately.