– The working class is such a great disappointment to me.
Highly unnatural kitchen sink melodrama that stumbles between powerful, funny, and cruel. Race, class, gender, love, sexuality, age, political views – everything is tainted, nothing is clean.
Very eighties, very british, and strangely Fassbinderian by the esteemed Mr Frears. Argues that imperfection is all you can hope for, and convinces by not being at all perfect in itself. Still in my book of both washed and unwashed.
– But that country has been sodomised by religion.