LS Lowry, a great artist played by the great Timothy Spall in a movie that chooses instead to focus not on his art (there is 1 minute of that in the first 30) but on his stuck up mother's hatred of her son and her constant denial of his genius. This tale 99% of the mice rather than his art. The title is accurate and Vanessa Redgrave plays the repetitive unending scenes of abuse over and over for the length of a film as if the director could not decide which were the best abuse scenes so they were dumped wholesale on the audience when that part of his life could have conveyed in 2-3 of such episodes while letting us see his art growing.
Instead we are told at the end that the same year she finally died (an event I was hoping for from the tenth minute) that he got his first major retrospective. So, contrary to the story told in this movie, he was doing more for all those years than being abused by his mother and making her dinners to complain about.
Instead we are told at the end that the same year she finally died (an event I was hoping for from the tenth minute) that he got his first major retrospective. So, contrary to the story told in this movie, he was doing more for all those years than being abused by his mother and making her dinners to complain about.