Scrapper, Charlotte Regan’s coming-of-age comedy drama has been described by one critic as like Ken Loach meeting Wes Anderson. Talking spiders suddenly appear on screen; little mockumentary interludes allow characters to tell the camera what they’re really thinking.
“It comes from chasing the fun,” says Regan. “A lot of the working-class cinema I grew up watching was so joyless. Endless trauma. The characters were allowed one moment of happiness in the whole film, looking at a sunset on their balcony. It’s like: ‘How lovely for those working-class people to look at a sunset on their balcony.’ Do you know what I mean?”
