Tommy is taken to a home whilst Jamie goes to live with his grandmother whose cold contempt is only alleviated by her drinking habits. Jamie finds comfort in his relationship with his grandfather, but when his grandfather passes away, there’s very little left but the escapism provided by cinema.

Juxtaposing the vivid wonders of Hollywood escapism with the stark realities of emotional destitution, this second instalment in Bill Douglas’s magnificent “Trilogy” opens with a striking series of tableaux. Austerely unadorned but lustrously cinematic, My Ain Folk is a marvel of poetic realism.