A worthy addition to the lengthening list of unflinching examinations of Britain’s unflattering underbelly, “London to Brighton” throws us in at the deep end of a trick that has turned horribly wrong, and from that point on we share the fears of the central characters as they seek to escape with their lives. It’s a brilliantly spare piece of storytelling, with nearly all the performances convincing and drawing us into the action. Johnny Harris is excellent as the heartless pimp, with Lorraine Stanley superbly gutsy as the tart with a heart. There’s a certain grim humour in the way that, needing raising seventy quid fast on a dank, windswept day on a desolate seafront, she mutters “I’ll get it”, smoothes her miniskirt down over goosepimpled thighs and trudges off in search of the inevitable john…
Gritty drama about a prostitute who finds herself on the run with a kid. Fleeing London in the wee small hours to find sanctuary with a friend in Brighton, Kelly leaves behind a man who is bleeding to death in front of his gangster son. The circumstances gradually unravel as we find out all the sordid details. It is gritty and realistic with some brutal bits, as well as a few sick individuals. However, the perfomances are brilliant, all I think, unknown British actors.
A grim portrayal of life as a street kid or sex worker in the heart of London. The female leads are excellent and you really feel their terror as the situation spirals out of their control. The climax is shocking and brutal but not totally unexpected, with some hope of safety or a better life for at least some of the characters.