Autobiographical poetic, social realism film portraying a childhood in a deprived run down Edinburgh mining village.
Bill Douglas uses bare rooms and pared-down images to convey not the actual material appearance of his childhood surroundings, but what it felt like to be there. Very little dialogue within the film but the deeply moving images portrayed in the film play out the narrative with such sensitivity.(The scene above has Jamie, the main character, helping his Grandma to keep warm by placing her hands around a cup he has heated up with hot water. With only a slight tapping of his hands against his Grandmas an image of tenderness is portrayed amongst the deprivation and squalor.) It is this sensitivity that interests me and the way the non actors within the film portray a real and genuine narrative on screen
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