This is a powerful piece of filmmaking. It’s not perfect but the rough edges are what makes it shine. It’s strange how much it resonates with a poor white guy from up north. I recognise all the references, all the ideas of displacement, and self-loathing, the lack of identity, not knowing who you are. I don’t, didn’t, share the bleak consequences, but do share the taste of bile that coats the inside of your mouth. That anxiety about who you are is as recognisable to me as a dog barking in the street. We all need someone to lift us from the mire and make us realise our potential. Some of us get it, some of us don’t. The world is not as binary as some would have us think.
Darrin // Nightingale 