'Hard Labour' is a crystalline example of the various facets of Mike Leigh's genius. It's an early work but it's all in there: the dark humour, the social commentary, the use of plain, terse, ordinary speech, and the courageous mix of comedy and tragedy.
It is also a wonderful time capsule in its depiction of raw sexism, racism and class differentials. All such things are still with us, even if in slightly more refined form.
Leigh also shows the other side of the coin in the mother's patient support of an Indian woman in the launderette, and in the daughter's relationship with an Asian taxi driver.
The Catholic church also comes in for some much deserved satire: the bullying nun and the bored, irritable priest in the confessional show the reality behind the mother's blind faith.
There are many memorable scenes and moments, but the prize has to go to the Elliman's Rub massage that the mother has to give to her husband's grotesquely hairy shoulders and back. Leigh was honing his talent for testing the boundaries between humour and desolation.