There was a slew of grim kitchen sink dramas around the '60s and '70s in British cinema, and they were often done extremely well. Such is the case here with Ken Loach and David Mercer's superficially simple story of Janice, played by Sandy Ratcliff. There might be said to be extra poignancy given that Ratcliff had a public battle with her own demons following her successful stint on BBC1's EastEnders years later. As Janice, she conveys heart-breakingly the fragility and difficult journey she faces - as well as the battles with those around her.
Her parents, a suitably gruff Bill Dean and Grace Cave (the characters are not given names, which distances them from the audience further) have moments when they appear genuinely to care for their daughter, but for the most part, they are monstrous in their belittlement and dismissal of her, whilst clinging onto their perceived decency and morals; the ultimate hypocrites. Non-conformist boyfriend Tim (Malcolm Tierney) genuinely wants to look after Jan, but has no concept of seeing beyond his own sense of rebellion. Those in charge of the hospital division interested in offering care for the girl are themselves at the mercy of cut-throat penny pinchers more concerned with ticking boxes and self-promotion than actually listening to what's going on.
Jan is at everyone's mercy, and it is difficult to watch her decline. The film ends midway through a scene, offering us no hope of any answers. We'd like to think she'll be alright. Wouldn't we?
Very powerful. Almost too much so at times. Not based on a true story; this is based on too many true stories. Times have changed since the early '70s of course, but the issues still remain, and so do the outside elements that exacerbate them. My score is 9 out of 10.