One of the lesser-known dark chapters of British history was the exodus of a small number of poor, struggling Welsh workers who left their shores to set up a new life in a golden, green land called Patagonia in 1865. Amazingly they survived and carried on their culture, which remains in the form of the huge number of Welsh place names there.
This forms the backbone of Marc Evans story, which tells parallel stories set in the present day. A Welsh couple, Gwen and Rhys (Roberts and Gravelle), are suffering because they cannot conceive. When Rhys is offered a job photographing remote chapels in Patagonia he jumps at the chance, seeing it as the perfect chance to repair their fragile relationship. However, when they arrive they are met by handsome Mateo (Rhys), to whom Gwen is clearly attracted forcing Rhys more into his shell. As Mateo takes the couple further and further into the desert their relationship becomes more strained.
Meanwhile, at the same time, an elderly Patagonian lady, Cerys (Lubos), tells her family she is going into hospital for an eye operation, and needs a young guide. Her very young neighbour, Alejandro, joins her and quickly discovers she has other ideas Cerys wants to visit the Welsh farm she was born in and barely remembers. He chaperones her all the way to Cardiff, only to discover there are three farms with the same name in Wales, all miles apart from each other. So they, too, have to travel deep into the countryside, taking on broken down cars, bizarre train timetables and incessant rain to find Cerys birthplace. Not that the shy Alejandro minds though, especially when he meets the waitress of a camping site in North Wales, Sissy (Duffy).
If this sounds like a gentle, meandering, slow, slightly dreamy fable, well, it is Evans is in no hurry to tell his story, quite happy instead to indulge in the glorious countryside in both places. Patagonia is a harsh, Spartan land with stunning deserts and mountains, and Wales looks like its sponsored by the Welsh tourist board. Nothing wrong with that, the problem sets in during the last half hour when all of the goodwill Evans has built up wears pretty thin. Its obvious where the story is going, but he insists on dragging it out to an almost tiresome degree, and suddenly throws in various minor characters, none of whom add much to the tale.
The performances are fine, with one big exception – Roberts and Gravelle make a believable couple, Rhys is a convincing stud hes even good on a horse and the young boy and old lady are a charming, funny couple. The one jarring note is pop star Duffys cameo as a singing waitress, a performance which should be added to the long, long list of rock stars who come a cropper in the movies. Shes really out of her depth.
Overall verdict: If youre in a forgiving mood and up for an ethereal tale which pootles along at its own pace, Patagonia could be described as charming otherwise its as long and dusty as some of the desert roads featured in the film.
Reviewer: Mike Martin