Raised during the 1960s by two very decent parents in the notorious Glasgow suburb of Blackhill - and perpetually warned by his protective father of the dangers of the city's initially alluring crime culture - Ferris is forced to do his first round of porridge after a frenzied knife attack on two assailants assaulting his then-girlfriend. Having repaid his debt to society, Ferris jumps straight back into things as a fixer for gangland boss Arthur Thompson Sr. (Patrick Bergin), but soon finds himself at odds with the Glasgow godfather's unpredictable son, nicknamed 'Fat Boy' (Stephen McCole).
Hits on rival gang members are often carried out in a rather unconventional, ritualistic fashion (wherein the victim receives a bullet to the anus in order to seal the deal), whilst some extremely trite dialogue is at least augmented by some colourful Scottish colloquialisms - often courtesy of a foul-mouthed John Hannah. Whether this is enough to ensure any type of 'cult status' longevity remains to be seen, but it's still marginally refreshing to see a British crime saga set outside of cockney-ridden London.
A surprise commercial success upon its initial theatrical run in cinemas across Scotland earlier this year, Burdis' The Wee Man may well have done enough in local screens to ensure a healthy home entertainment shelf-life, thanks in no small part to Compston's controlled contribution. For those looking for a genuinely fresh take on the gangster movie genre, however, there's precious little else of note here beyond murders and molls.