I loved this film. It is intelligent, warm and deeply moving, a story about cross-cultural differences, growing up with one foot in one culture and one foot in the other, adolescence, identity, isolation, alienation and journey to adulthood taking place in 1980s Thatcher England, job loss, racial hostility and synth music. It's about a Pakistani family, a Sikh friend who loves the Boss (who is the Boss of us all), Sony Walkmans, tape cassettes, working for a living and having skinheads spit on you. It's about loving words, having a passion for writing, paying attention to words and the words of a fellow poet, Bruce. It's about parents, their sacrifices and struggles and the letting go. Loss. And, it's about meaning. Living a life with meaning, values and love. The film is well-written, acted, directed and edited. There is humor. There is not a false note anywhere. The only complaint I can make, and it's a very small one, because of my American ears, there were a couple of Xs I did not understand the dialogue.
Review of Blinded by the Light
