Terence Davies looks at the history and transformation of his birthplace, Liverpool.
There are few scarier terms in the moviegoers’ lexicon than “film poem”, but Terence Davies’ love letter/eulogy to Liverpool is the stunning exception that proves the rule. Davies has assembled exquisitely picked archive material, a protean soundtrack (The Hollies to Mahler) and his own narration to create a personal yet universal essay. This is about so much more than a single city, mixing touching memory with affecting visuals exploring the lyricism of backbreaking work, regal excess in austerity and the changing face of Britain. Droll, angry, erudite, moving, this is the most poignant, beautiful, entrancing British film of the year.
This is the most poignant, beautiful, entrancing British film of the year.