Route Irish

The private companies with special tasks in Iraq are since long a problem. They aren't bound by the rules which regular armed forces have. They also exist in Britain and this new Ken Loach movie is about them.

A taxi with two children is destroyed. Later one of the contracted soldiers is killed and his friend tries to find out what happened. Who are the bad guys here? That warhead in the barrack or somebody or somebodies much higher in the hierarchy? This is not a typical Ken Loach drama, since it's on the surface more of a typical war thriller than an outcry about social injustice. But social injustice becomes the main theme. Loach is one of the few remaining outraged society commentators. We shall be glad we have him.

Many movies are political but just a few directors are as consciously political film-maker like Ken Loach. This work hasn't got a clear left-wing agenda like others but it's his point on the Iraki war and handles subjects discussed upon many occasions, such as the exploitation of the unemployed and war crimes. Aside from the original (in Loach's films) issue, Route Irish is a characteristic production of this director and has many grim sequences. There are also very good acting performances that keep pace with the progress of the story. The conclusion is shocking but on the whole the film is a didactic and angry thriller, in the typical style of the social realist Loach.

I almost don't want to be too honest about Ken Loach's latest. He is a national treasure after all. But then I remember what my job here is. 'Route Irish' is different from any other Loach film I've seen. Half the story is set in Iraq (Jordan), and uses techniques more typical of a Blockbuster.

Route Irish was, during the Iraq war, believed to be quite literally the most dangerous road in the world, where suicide bombings, Improvised Explosive Devices (IEDs) and other nasties were commonplace. Disbelieving that his best friend and army buddy, Frankie (comedian John Bishop) was KIA, Liverpudlian Fergus (Mark Womack) vows to get to the truth. Frankie, says Fergus, 'was born lucky'. If you can forgive this soupçon of implausibility from which the story emanates, you can enjoy (parts of) the film.

Twenty-four hour news makes us immune to the carnage of war. We tuck into our cornflakes while yawning at Apocalypse Now-style footage. Here, Ken Loach personalises war. He's always used film as a political medium to mirror his Left-leaning views. But there's a distinctly pluralistic advocacy on display in this film. Iraqis are at once sympathised with and blamed. The role of a soldier is both defended and upbraided. And the use of private contractors in the 'war on terror' is equally shielded and condemned.

The only bits that are worthy of Loach are the scenes of tension, for instance when Fergus explains to Rachel (Frankie's partner) that of course Frankie played around: 'Every day out there (Iraq) could be the last – how can you go from that to shopping at Tesco?'.

For such a kindly codger, Loach has quite a tolerance for profanity. The 'f' word doesn't bother me, but it's overdoing it a bit when you put the likes of Tarantino to shame. As the peerless critic Roger Ebert said of another film, 'profanity is used as punctuation'.

Strangely, a full-on waterboarding torture scene has no more terror than an exploding party popper. Clearly not destined to bother the Russian roulette scene from 'The Deer Hunter'. It's in tune with the general tone of the film: big ambitions, too little follow-through.

Various technical points distracted me from an otherwise half-decent melodrama. Fergus casually lets slip that he's ex-SAS. That would imply he's a man of considerable resourcefulness. So why can't he himself extract video clips from Frankie's primitive mobile phone to establish how he died? And why does he need to conduct online conference calls to amateurs for information? What's stopping him from Andy McNabbing his own way into Iraq?

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It's hard to peel your eyes away from this one. It's not that there's a lot happening in Route Irish or that there's much action to be had, but it's more about the way the story unfolds, and the story elements it canvasses.

This more of a slow-burn mystery thriller, as you're left guessing throughout the entire film, nearly right up to the end, as to "who dun-it?" regarding the death of a relatively upstanding PMC named Frankie, the friend of the main character, Fergus.

A large portion of the film -- as bits and pieces unravel the murder-mystery of Frankie's death -- is about the PTSD and guilt of the soldiers/PMCs who survived their ordeals in Iraq while also dealing with the carnage, chaos, and abhorrent acts they committed while there.

This film -- like many other reviewers pointed out -- doesn't pull any punches. Interspersed throughout the story are grisly images of death and carnage; bloody and burned carcasses removed from explosive-hewn rubble.

However, the film isn't about the lack of humanity that these PMCs doled out overseas, but rather how far removed they've become from their own humanity in their homeland, and the disconnect civilians have with people who engaged in unspeakable war-crimes.

There are really no good guys here, but the film doesn't want you to dwell so much on that as is the fact that under the right pretenses seemingly good men can go bad when given the green light in a foreign country where the rules can be bent and broken at will.

In any case, Route Irish is a hard hitting film. It is slow, though. Some people may have a hard time with the pace and the fact that there aren't any traditional action sequences, which may put some people off. It's not a quick-edited mystery film either, with lots of snappy dialogue or fanciful set pieces. No chase scenes. No fisticuffs.

This is about as grounded and realistic a mystery-thriller as you can get. It's probably not for everyone, and the war-imagery and footage may be a bit harrowing for those who like slow-burn mystery films but don't quite care realistic war violence.

The chemistry between actor Mark Womack and actress Andrea Lowe is handled really well, and their relationship definitely comes across as troubled and emotionally fractured but also necessary for two people trying to heal and overcome a disturbing trauma. It's a difficult film to properly compare and categorize, but well worth watching for those who don't mind an honest depiction of a mystery wrapped around the themes of war and greed.

As I watched this superb Ken Loach film I kept on being reminded of "Get Carter". It wasn't the storyline but the imagery, the characters, the acting, and the reasons why this film works so well. And the central idea, as in "Get Carter", is about seeking justice for something that has happened to someone close.

From the moment we observe the bereaved Rachel, played with uncanny realism by Andrea Lowe, walk up and symbolically thump Mark Womack's Fergus we know we are in for a tough and uncompromising movie. And, as the story unfolds, we observe Womack's troubled character go through so many transitions whilst being so convincingly set on obtaining a certain justice for his best mate Frankie (John Bishop).

And although there are complexities in unravelling who did what and to whom the basic story is very simple, so simple it tells itself right to the very end. There is no room for sentimentality in this film, no clear divide between the good and the bad, we are simply left to imagine what we might do in the same circumstances. If there is a moral to the story it is the price of justice and the cost of being a survivor when things go wrong for someone very close to you.

The acting across the board is of the highest standard but I will single out Andrea Lowe and Mark Womack for performances which are stunningly realistic, beautifully honed and so powerfully delivered. These two just hold you in their grasp whenever they are on screen.

It is not a film for everyone and the subject matter is very controversial but it achieves what it sets out to do. It makes you think about what you might do in the same situation, how far you might go, how guilty you might feel, and it does so without ever sensationalising what is going on.

I recommend it wholeheartedly to anyone who enjoys being immersed in intelligent films.