Last night I sank into my cinema seat prepared to be bored. I had been told I would be. Reviewers had said so on the radio and in the papers. The great machinery of publicity had come to its verdict – I was doomed.
Turned out I wasn’t. I enjoyed a world-shifting three hours of adventure.
It is an autumn evening with a few hours before my young charge has to return to his school. Can we fit in Madagascar 3? Yes…of course.
We race down the steep hill into the town. Lights flick on in the buildings around us as we park and run the square to the cinema entrance.
Angels’ Share – a film directed by Ken Loach
Angels’ Share introduces us to a group of Glasgow’s young offenders as they spiral down into nowhere…and then it adds hope, urgent, illogical hope.
It’s a ninety minute diamond of a film, with an age-restriction of 15, some on-your-nose violence, and great publicity for whisky and Irn-Bru. It also shows the meaning of useful compassion, and it feels real.
The Phraser 