His factory job gone, the factory turned into high-end flats that the people who worked there could never afford.
The pub opposite the factory has gone from being a workers social hub to a sanitised gastropub.
The best him and his friends can now hope for is call centre jobs and enough money to get smashed on booze at the weekend.
He comes into possession of a phone belonging to a wealthy young woman. Scrolling through the messages and photos, he sees that her world is one of inherited privilege, the kind of affluence and comfort he will only ever glimpse through the heavy gates at the end of long driveways.
Him and two friends are angry at the imbalance of wealth in what is currently (subject to great change from the end of March) the world's fifth largest economy.
They don't want any kind of socialist utopia (I can dream, etc.), just a fair slice of the pie that they have arguably contributed more to than those who are receiving all the rewards.
They decide to take the family hostage and use them as an example that things have to change and the spiritually diminished, socially and economically abandoned working poor will start smashing the glass fences and be heard.
Fair fucking play to 'em.
However, best laid plans and all that, it starts going a bit bollock shaped.
It's a stylish, interesting, well made film that has something to say but, frustratingly, throws it away in an unsatisfying last third.
Still well worth a watch though.
The main character is played by Jack Roth, son of Tim. I'm glad to see he's inherited his Dad's ability to swear magnificently.
7.5/10
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