I've seen a few Ken Loach films, and never understood why the non-British are so crazy about him. His films are social commentaries, somewhat confined to the English community. But this was different, and that's not because it won this year's Palm d'Or. How the old cannot keep up with the rapid trends of globalization, and how the poor lose their identity and dignity even with an established social infrastructure, is a message everyone on the planet can relate to. With heart-breaking performances by both Johns and Squires, this is the story Dickens would've written if he was alive today.
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