There's always a knot of heartache in the films of Ken Loach ("Riff Raff," "My Name Is Joe"), always a sense that the best, most earnest plans are inevitably crushed by a system that robs the underclass of its due.
In My Name Is Joe , a recovering alcoholic yearns for a new life in an impoverished neighborhood in Glasgow; in Carla's Song , a well-intentioned bus driver goes to extreme lengths to prove his love for a woman from war-torn Nicaragua; and in Bread and Roses , a Mexican woman working for a cleaning company in Los Angeles is empowered by a struggle for better wages and benefits.
But when he's good and sticks very close to the ground he's capable of great films, such as Kes, Land and Freedom or My Name Is Joe .
Paul Laverty pens his fourth Loach film (including 1998's excellent "My Name is Joe") and once again his dialogue is faultless in its ability to stay street-level while also conveying the sorrow and hope integral to Loach's movies.
His domestic films â Riff-Raff, My Name Is Joe â are funnier and subtler, but even in some of these, Loach, like many middle-class champions of the poor and oppressed, has a habit of defining his working-class characters solely by their oppression, either idealizing them (in the awful Hidden Agenda) or rendering them so degraded by their circumstances (Ladybird, Ladybird) that itâs hard to find anything to like in them at all.
Initially, the credit for this goes to screenwriter Paul Laverty, who's collaborated with Loach before, most notably on another Cannes prize-winner, 1998's "My Name Is Joe."