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Case in point: the plainly labeled My Name Is Joe. A deceptively simple take on survival in the brick slums of Glasgow, it chronicles the tribulations of one Joe Kavanagh (Peter Mullan), a badly damaged alcoholic who's been off the sauce for almost a year but needs more help than that if he's to put his life back together. Jobless and on the dole, Joe throws his energies into coaching a soccer team of wisecracking delinquents who are a lot more adept at stealing new uniforms than they are at playing the game. Joe's special project (and alter ego) is baby-faced Liam (David McKay), who's not just the only decent player on the team, but an ex-junkie and a premature father as well. Another opportunity for Joe's redemption comes in the form of Sarah (Louise Goodall), a plucky public-health counselor whose neighborhood clinic is overwhelmed by needy clients.
In the hands of a filmmaker with a lesser sense of character and place, elements like these might quickly turn to mush. But Loach is neither a hand-wringer nor a do-gooder, and no one will mistake him for Pollyanna. In Joe he gives us another imperfect hero who, despite the odds, refuses to feel sorry for himself and simply presses on into the darkness. Longtime Loach fans will likely find in him a hint of earlier protagonists, notably the unlucky bloke in 1992's Riff Raff--downtrodden but working hard to shed his seamy past.
Joe, too, has reasonable dreams. A decent job. Self-respect. Relief from the demons. A shot at love. For now, though, he's got only his wits to buoy him up--a gift for the well-timed practical joke, a knowledge of the street, a survivor's will. Herding his scruffy soccer players--they've got names like Shanks and Scrag and Zulu--into a beat-up van, he very nearly looks happy. The team never wins a game on their desolate, glass-strewn pitch, but for Joe, the battle is almost reward enough: He's got a wry smile for everyone in his makeshift family, as well as a black joke.
As usual, Loach gets all the physical details right. The dim light in the bowling alley where Joe takes Sarah on a tentative first date. The ill-fitting suit and self-important gait of a welfare bureaucrat snooping around the neighborhood for petty violations. The weary faces in the waiting room of Sarah's clinic. The gray-green haze overhanging the tables in the snooker parlor where we first meet slimy McGowan (David Hayman), the predatory drug dealer who will eventually wreck a couple of these lives. American movie directors like Sidney Lumet and Martin Scorsese have such a sure feel for the underside of big cities that you can practically smell the booze and taste the blood every time they take a camera into the street. Loach is just as masterful. This portrait of Glasgow, rooted in poverty, with desperation rapping at the door, wants for nothing in terms of grit and authenticity. It's an even more welcome affront to the fantasies of the Scottish tourism office than the scabrous junkie drama Trainspotting--right down to Loach's hilarious vision of visiting Japanese camera bugs snapping away at a be-kilted bagpiper perched unhappily on a stretch of windswept heather.
Mullan, who popped up briefly in Braveheart, Trainspotting and a pair of earlier Loach movies, seems exactly the right actor here. He bears an odd facial resemblance to a young Red Buttons, but there the similarities end: In Joe's athletic, hair-trigger jumpiness we see a boozehound still expelling the old poisons, and in his growing devotion to Sarah--needy but wary--we get the unmistakable sense of a decent man who's wasted his prime but now sees one last chance to make good. It can't have been easy to keep this tough-and-tender portrait upright and schmaltz-free, but Mullan manages it, with help from his clear-eyed director. Witness the wonderfully telling scene in which Joe and a friend, posing as old hands in the design trades, propose to wallpaper an oddly-shaped sitting room for new friend Sarah. Joe's combination of sweetness, cunning and mischief as he finesses the job just about defines him.
The thing we don't know just yet is how far he will stick his neck out for a boy whose bad luck and lousy choices must remind him of his own. A Ken Loach movie can be a screamingly funny experience, particularly when we're least expecting to crack up. But his lifelong quest, as he once described it, "to clarify the lives of ordinary people" usually veers into tragedy, too. In contrast to the bawdy uplift in last year's hit from the hinterlands of Great Britain, The Full Monty, Loach never fears to confront the cold realities of life.
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