Autobiographical tale of childhood in the middle of dark, muddy and grey Scotland hit some of the most fateful moments of two young boys. Radiant cinematography filled with affecting close-ups, moderate dialogues and compelling performances set this short movie a touching and emotional cinematic experience.
Une ville minière écossaise à la fin de la Seconde guerre mondiale : voilà qui n'a déjà rien de joyeux. La situation décrite l'est encore moins : une enfance vraiment misérable, où les moments de légèreté sont courts et précieux. Apreté et tristesse règnent, soulignés par le noir et blanc contrasté (charbon, fumée, ciel, boue), les dialogues brefs, la mise en scène abrupte. Mention spéciale aux deux jeunes acteurs.
Nous sommes en 1945, dans un petit village de mineurs, en Ecosse. Jamie, 8 ans, vit dans la plus grande pauvreté, avec sa grand-mère et son frère Tommy. Sa mère est internée dans un hôpital psychiatrique et il aimerait tant connaître son père. Son seul lien d'amitié se résume à Helmut, un prisonnier allemand qui travaille dans les champs. >>> Une petite merveille de finesse ! www.cinefiches.com
Joined Mubi a couple months ago and this was the first thing that completely blew me away. Never heard of Bill Douglas before, but he was a master. I now understand that he was very influential to other filmmakers and after watching 'My Childhood' I wondered whether the ominous plane in 'Come & See' was an homage. Two scenes I loved involved steam from a train passing under a bridge. Dreary yes, but spellbinding.
Harrowing in its realism of the ravages of war, on those who are handed such unbearable. It is one of the rare films that made me grasp the effect of devastating poverty on the most vulnerable, children and elderly. The piercing power of the work, in that the director didn't wallow in the melodramatic to create such unforgettable film. The film recalls Bresson's "Mouchette", and Tarkovsky's "Ivan's Childhood".
Self-pity of imagistic memory grows into anger then further into a desolate purity; yet Bill Douglas' stylistic decisions never seem to become muddied by personal or traumatic sensationalism--always attuned to a symbolic dreamscape of spirit-numbing poverty, where most are famished and everyone's grasp for hope is thwarted as if by natural law. It's first episode in a unique trilogy of remembrance and purgation.
Depressing and bleak first entry in the trilogy that casts a feeling of hopelessness in its tale of a 8 year old boy barely living on the breadline with his granny and brother. The boys' mother is in the asylum, their individual fathers not present and their future bleak. Well made but a hard watch.
This film is unbearably bleak at times, yet so achingly beautiful. There is much plot, but rather impressionistic snippets of a childhood scarred by war, poverty, and death. You can feel the coal and soot, so atmospheric Douglas' direction is. I can't undervalue the strength of his images enough. Also Douglas' minimalism doesn't feel forced, but rather natural which is why this film works so well. Stark but amazing.