A drama about a nine-year-old English boy who lives with his maternal grandmother where he faces hard circumstances when he is left apart and mistreated by her.
Bill Douglas was born in 1934, in the Depression-hit mining village of Newcraighall outside Edinburgh. His early years were marked by hardship and poverty, later reflected in his films My Childhood and My Ain Folk. A temporary escape from this background came via the ‘other world’ found in the local cinema – he would collect and return used jam-jars to afford the price of admission. As he wrote in his 1978 essay ‘Palace of Dreams: The Making of a Film-Maker’:
“I hated reality. Of course I had to go to school – sometimes. And I had to go home and apply myself to the things one has to do. But the next picture, how to get in, was the thing that occupied my mind.”
Bill did National Service in the Royal Air Force, stationed in Egypt, where he met his lifelong friend Peter Jewell. After returning to Britain they kept in contact and shared a flat after Bill moved to London, where in the late 1950s he managed to break into acting with Joan Littlewood’s Theatre Workshop company… read more
The way Douglas stacks individual scenes here is smart and effective, almost Lynchean. As if the film itself were an object.
More people need to see this film! Fans of silent cinema and "slow" cinema, watch out!
It's even more bleak and grungy than My Childhood was, and to this extent a bit less affecting. It's a great film, and Douglas' visual style is definitely maturing, but it suffers from being the middle part of the trilogy, and for treading over ground we've really already been through.