Terence Davies, who has died aged 77 after a short illness, transformed his poor and often brutal working-class upbringing in Liverpool into a series of overwhelmingly evocative films.
Moments of transcendent beauty nestled alongside instances of lacerating pain. There was a similar division in Davies himself. Here was a man given to brooding, despair and self-loathing that could be lightened unexpectedly by outbreaks of exuberance or glimmers of camp, waspish wit.
