Ken Loach. I'm not a movie buff. I don't know a lot of directors or the films they make. But I am going to try and commit his name to memory.
Because I think he has now become one of my heroes.
It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon. I was going to go to the Tate Britain to see an exhibition of contemporary art from the Afro-British community with some lovely friends.
As it happened, the plans had to be postponed.
With the afternoon free, I went to see The Old Oak at our local cinema.
It's a story of a village in northern England near Durham. A once thriving mining community that is now struggling after the mine closures.
And into this community moves in people from another land, another faith, a different culture who have fled their war torn homeland.
I loved The Old Oak and bawled my eyes out at the end.
It offered no resolution. It wasn't a saccharine sweet ending neatly tied up in a red bow.
It was a deeply painful one, but there was such hope that big fat tears started rolling down my face.
In fact, I think hope is a major theme in this movie. Hope in building something beautiful, no matter how difficult it gets.
Here's to kindness and beauty.
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