Nobody Loves You and You Don't Deserve to Exist

First and foremost, I'd like to thank Jack Clarke, one of the producers who found me and provided me with a private link to this film from the comfort of my own home.

As Vladimir Lenin once said: "art belongs to the people. It must leave its deepest roots in the very thick of the working masses. It should be understood by those masses and loved by them." This film, I believe, must be understood as the filmmakers' attempt to create an expression of their collective voices and ideas that acts in opposition to the current status quo. Unlike Soviet Realism, this film does not project a positive image of the United Kingdom; in fact, it is so unique in its realist social commentary and performances from its true-to-life characters, but it has a very auteurist, heavily stylized visual and editing style.

What is presented is a loss of identity, not just in a poor man's life, but in the collective cultural identity of the UK, with the decline of the Church and Christian ideals in the place of toxic progressivism that sees no end to its insanity and path to collective greed and corruption. Despite the fact that the UK suffers so severely, I believe the director is demonstrating how ignorant and passive its people are to this, no matter how obvious, and the lead performance of Jack embodies this message and idea.

This is not a perfect film by any means, and some of the young adult Jack's performance felt too long, but it really depends on what you consider to be a 'film.' I will make the point that this is a perfect example of autuership, outsider filmmaking, and the early examples of new film movements; Is this the first of its kind in a new era of anti-establishment working-class British filmmaking? Time will only tell.

Important cinematic voices like this are to be encouraged and given more opportunities to express themselves, as they only appear once or twice every generation.

Manchester to a T. After attending the private screening on the 15th I was mind blown by what I saw.

The child actor Reuben was phenomenal in the role of 'Young Jack' and stood out as a performance that I haven't seen before from a child actor.

I cannot wait for this to be released.

This is a mysterious, monologue-fuelled masterpiece filmed on a shoestring in the heart of gritty Manchester and beyond. Great writing, visuals, direction and performances, all round.

When you look closely at Hieronymus Bosch's works, you'll see a slew of tiny, tucked-away micro-portraits. Religious allusions, eroticized violence, and references to heaven and hell are only some of the elements that made Bosch's art such a bizarre tapestry of sin and transcendence.

Why, you might wonder, am I referring to a 16th-century Dutch artist in the context of a film review? The explanation is simple: 'Nobody Loves You and You Don't Deserve to Exist' is a complicated code of enigmatic imagery that illuminates a link between conservative Britain and the late-medieval currents of heaven and hell.

This bold assertion is reinforced from the outset by a horrific, yet elegantly delicate medieval composition that walks us as the spectator through each micro-portrait of Bosch's "The Garden of Earthly Delights." The storyline of this film is found in the geography of medieval music. Given the prevalence of travel, pilgrimage, exile, peregrinations, and the like throughout this time, "Jack," the working-class jester disturbed by the mind of a tortured saint, is no exception. In a similar vein to Barry Unsworth or Emilio de' Cavalieri's works, the reader is immersed in the life of an outsider, in this case a whole gallery of classic medieval archetypes and relative outsiders in their own right, as they are only revealed to the audience in theatre-like extensive monologues delivered to them directly in a genius blend of performance and interview, I found myself constantly asking who is the interviewer? But, that question is not something that requires a definitive answer.

Information is pieced together through the murmurs of women, most of whom appear to have little moral culpability for Jack, except for the closing speech, which connects with the remorse we feel after the fact, when it's too late to alter anything. This is further kept together by a god-like narrator recounting to us Jack's wonders and woes, along with fantastic gothic imagery scattered with brutalist and increasingly modernist architecture, which appears to move away from purity as the tale proceeds.

To expand on this final point, I take away from this film the harmful and immoral stupidity that has steadily engulfed the now-isolated former United Kingdom. Brett Gregory, the director/writer, also thoughtfully and efficiently adapts each chaotic pane of Bosch's painting into its own narrative act, a challenging feat to do but one that rarely failed to astound me.

In short summary, excellent writing and a fresh plot, with some wonderful characters and a vivid direction, respectfully paying due to the world of art and literature alike.

Like our own movie About Some Senseless Happening, I think if this movie had been made in the 1970s or earlier, it would have been banned and lost for decades without any cinema buff knowing where it went. The fable-like experimentalism of Mirage and the unvarnished, synthetically realist documentary are the only two elements that distinguish this as a standout because they dissect what makes anything meaningful and the conventions we are used to in contemporary storytelling and the narrative.

With static images emulating interviews with women from the protagonists' former lives and various straight long speeches to the camera, we follow all of the film's characters in a fashion that many would describe as barely "cinematic." All this is linked to the tale-like qualities noted earlier, with a scene reminiscent of the fable and the calming and omnipotent narrator acting as liberating and reflection points for the curiosity as a whole. It seems that there are many speakers talking to camera about speech.

However, I believe it is a reductive and unreasonable standard to use in this particular instance. What "Nobody Loves You and You Don't Deserve to Exist" gets right are its universal truths about family, society, art, and purpose. People in this story are paradoxical in that they can both hurt and help those around them, demonstrating the sick and twisted nature that this lack of personal purpose in favour of sins brings onto those around them.

When we look at you in reflection? Is it the version of ourselves we want to see, or do we feel like we want to see it?