
The first part of Bill Douglas' influential trilogy harks back to his impoverished upbringing in early-'40s Scotland. Cinema was his only escape - he paid for it with the money he made from returning empty jam jars - and this escape is reflected most closely at this time of his life as an eight-year-old living on the breadline with his half-brother and sick grandmother in a poor mining village.
A stark, unflinching look at a childhood defined by poverty and neglect. It feels like a faded photograph, capturing moments of quiet desperation and the small, vital escapes found in a dark cinema.















