A very well crafted movie from Ken Loach. Not so much a story but more an indictment of our benefit system and its derogatory effect on the bona fide claimants that have a need to access it. Some funny moments but overall, a serious piece of film work. Seamless acting throughout and an empathetic representation of intransigent bureaucracy.
This film is an incredible piece of work, and it really really moved me. At some points I was shouting at the screen, with tears streaming down my face. Robert Ebert famously said that cinema is a machine for generating empathy, and this film perfectly illustrates the power of that statement.
This is not an easy watch, and definitely not a 'feel-good' movie. But everyone should see it - especially our political leaders.
I am unable to match the eloquence of previous reviewers all of whom appear to have a mastery of the English language. This leads me to think that the majority of people who watched this film are middle class and educated - Guardian readers and BBC 4 watchers. I may be (and hope) I am totally wrong with this assumption.
The film is brilliant, well acted and shows up the naivety of a system designed by people who have obviously never had to become involved in the benefits system themselves - much the same way as the people who run the NHS have never been ill or have private medical insurance.
I cannot fault this film but for one niggling thought: What is the two main characters were not 'attractive' or 'fine, morally astute people.'?
What if they had been fat or slovenly or swore a lot or stole things other than necessities from shops? What if their children were not incredibly photogenic or cute or had scabies or physical deformities? Would our sense of righteous indignation at their plight have been as strong as it was calculated to have been?
I, Daniel Blake is a satirical look (sprinkled with notes of realism) at Britain’s social welfare system (or whole bureaucracy for that matter) that shows how easy for everyone is to lose their social status from king to pauper in mere months, if not days. Right there at the helm is renowned director Ken Loach (The Angels' Share, The Wind That Shakes the Barley and Kes), whose unrelenting unwillingness to accept poor social norms fueled his imagination toward building a world that is believable as much as it is funny. For some, his direct approach would come as off-putting and preachy, but for others: it’s scenery for one’s inner Kafka to ponder upon for years to come.
The film starts with Daniel Blake, who is diagnosed with a heart condition that renders him incapable of doing regular work (as appointed by the doctor’s office). But Daniel’s condition is not serious enough so that he can apply for sickness benefits; therefore: Daniel Blake enters a Kafkaesque scenario where the only way out is not to play at all.
To convey administrative paradoxes, director Loch uses subtle clues scattered throughout the film which we as the audience, are supposed to uncover as the story intertwines further into several branches of interconnected vicissitudes. These are often funny to crack a chuckle or two when things go south in Blake’s endeavors, but can also be harsh and raw when the reality of it all hits our titular character over the head.
At times, we’re lead to believe that the story of certain Daniel Blake is a classical tragedy with no outs; other times, we’re full with motivation and physically point fingers and offer solutions to our main protagonist – seemingly unaware that cinema is a one way medium (or so we are told). To this extent, I, Daniel Blake is engaging, witty and inclusive: everyone in a point of their lives was mirroring what Daniel Blake felt throughout. And it was mostly bitterness, helplessness and empathy.
With that explained, one can easily presume and presuppose traits which Ken Loach doesn’t even graze their surface to start with, such as neo-libertarian policies that allow for everything to happen in accordance with an unlimited recourse policy; or a pseudo-social economy where everyone should be given the right to receive an income regardless of their contribution to society. In a way: be wary of such false propagators that add little to nothing to the overall social-economic commentary as it exists today.
To summarize: I, Daniel Blake by Ken Loach is a feature that deserves one’s attention - even when such attention is limited to couple of hours a day. For you know how they say – better safe than sorry, or in the case of Daniel – better save than don’t be able to retire when all social hell breaks loose.