The ceremony is a bleak one. In the bitter cold of a winter’s night on the Yorkshire Dales, two men dig a hole in the frozen earth to bury a body. The pair are illegal migrants; so too is the dead man. His funeral comes at the end of a long night of the soul in this confident debut from Jack King, handsomely shot in black and white. It’s set in the world of dodgy carwashes, exploited workers dressed in hoodies and joggers, hands chilled to the bone. But the message is not overtly political, not straightforwardly social realist.
