...or the one in which Ken Loach notices we've got a new underclass doing all our menial jobs, beneath even the English working class. Unfair as that may be as a precis of the last output of one of our few cinematic documenters of society's harsher realities, you certainly know what you're going to get from just 'Loach' and 'illegal labourers'. That said, what follows is all soul-grindingly true to life and may have you making an effort to smile at those Ukrainians or Iranians trudging down your road for a change. For a few days.
Kierston Wareing leads as a recruiter who sets up on her own after losing her job, sending off all nationalities to no questions asked-jobs in factories and building sites from the back yard of a pub. This being Loach, it's always on the horizon that her irrepressible drive will overleap itself and corners will be cut. But it's to Wareing's credit, clearly having identified the core of the persona, that her character exceeds the brief of the tough-as-teak Essex girl and that the wearing down of her morals is entirely feasible.
6/10
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