That’s Little Eric being mentored (or mentaled) by King Eric. Little Eric is a little postie lumbered with 2 dopeheads for stepsons. He’s also a Man U fan. He’s also depressed (not because he’s a Man U fan) His postie mates try some self-help laughter therapy, “Just make him fuckin laugh, cheer the lad up.” [...]
Ken Loach doing his usual social documenting of working class nitty grittiness. It’s “Boys from the Blackstuff” meets “Auf Wiedersehen Pet”; indignant about the selfish “Me Me Me” property developer greed of the Thatcher years – but leavened by typical Scouse (and Manc) piss taking, and softened with a short if not so sweet romance. [...]
“Am not goin dahn pit” says Billy. “Th wooden av a weedy little twat like thee” grunts big brother Jud. Billy and Jud still sleep in the same bed. Barnsley accent is thick. It’s grand, “bloody champion“. The lush flutey soundtrack is not champion. Weedy little twat Billy is dirty: “Look at your hands, they’re [...]
