The story is as familiar as they come, and the film at times comes across as something of a second-rate Mike Leigh work. It also felt a lot like Takeshi Kitano washed-up Yakuza films. But strangely enough, in the end, the one film I’d compare this to to would be Hong Sang-soo’s The Day a Pig Fell into a Well. And somehow the film manages to be memorable. There’s a grittiness and a realism to it that steer the film away from seeming contrived. British cinema is in a renaissance.