Another Ken Loach grizzled and grinding small drama, this time about a family’s struggles to survive in the new copious gig economy. Bravura and soap box speeches are never his way, relying on realism (mix of pro & non-professional actors) and a deep vein of empathy, he again crafts a tale of profound pain that is palpable and vital. It isn’t the nihilism of a Todd Solondz or bitter direness of a Michael Haneke but rather a naturalness that invites and embeds within you. It is your heart that is breaking as the weight of existence crushes them and us.
Striking, beautiful, and ever so unmistakable, Sorry is precariously relevant and acutely ruinous. His films always get me and this one was no different.