Graham’s review published on Letterboxd:
"He's tight as a camel's arse in a sandstorm."
Childhood trauma: revisited.
As final scenes go, this is what they refer to in the MMA game as a walk-off knockout. Jesus.
I remember the first time I met my wife's extended family, who are all from deepest, darkest Yorkshire. I had not a single clue what the hell they were talking about, but I could pick up on the clever and witty turn of phrase. Nothing is straightforward in the dialect, despite the reputation of being direct. Call a spade a bloody spade will ye!
Once you get tuned into it though, this is a most beautiful language from the North of England and really rolls off the tongue. Especially with a few pints of Tetley Bitter inside you.
Kes is from a tough time, in a tough place. Work and money were scarce, which impacted the wellbeing and behavior of everyone. Young Billy is doing his best, but not much interests him apart from his connection with animals. He goes to school, has a part time job and has a connection with his own version of the world. Ken Loach is one of my favorite directors, and in Kes he delivers a wonderfully gritty balance of friendship and hardship.
I'm pretty sure this is going to be my new favorite from '69. In fact, I think I'll update my list right now... A Lifetime of Favorite Films: 1969 – 2020