The More You Ignore Me

Having worked with patients suffering from serious mental health problems for many years I am always interested in how the subject is portrayed on film. The film is set in the seventies and eighties and in terms of options available to people with bipolar disorder (this is essentially what is being portrayed) the options were largely around lithium (which is still used) and old style injectable phenothiazines that patients feel dulls their experience. Although the patient here appears to have bipolar disorder she is treated with injectables which did happen and probably still does. The picture presents the effect of such management well and the picture of someone who is too demotivated to leave their chair, sits smoking for hours and is unreactive is familiar to anyone who would have worked in mental health in the eighties.

I think the beauty of this film is that it is very engaging and very quickly I began to care about the characters. Jo Brand is always very good value and although she has been a writer, actor and comedian for many years the psychiatric nurse is just below the surface and this comes across in the film very well.

Keith English's direction brings one very close to the characters and I think accurately portrays the concerns of families caring for people with mental health difficulties. There are some minutes of high comedy but the tagline of 'you can't choose your family' is very accurate. You really can't choose family members and some of the ones depicted here you really would not want. I did think that the film depicted the concerns of family members well, from their lives being caught up with caring for a relative to the worry about whether they are in some way responsible for their relative's illness (they are not).

The nineteen-eighties are not that far away in time and with no internet, no mobiles and a world in which much of what was happening came through the television it was fun to see how far things have moved on. The over crowded décor of the seventies and eighties - the house being too cold for comfort and the isolation of small communities from urban centres all rang very true to me and although I live near London at the moment I grew up near many such places where a bus coming through was the highlight of the day. Keith English captures this all very well and there is massive attention to detail in making sure the illusion is not shattered.

A warm, kind and gentle film which stirs up some genuine emotions.

Happily for people with bipolar disorder there are better options too and the days of people being either so ill that they need hospitalisation or being overly sedated are now way behind us.

I'm American and a tad bit obsessed with British films lately so this showed up as recommended for me on a streaming service. It was described as set to "the music of The Smiths" and even the title "The More You Ignore Me" would indicate it's rife with either Morrissey or Smiths music. It's not. They actually only use two songs, This Charming Man and What Difference Does It Make, throughout the entire film so if you're looking for an insane soundtrack, you won't find it here. Also, it's definitely not a comedy. This is a drama with some lighthearted and touching moments that add up to a very sweet and special little movie. It starts with some background of a young girl being raised by both parents, but her mom has an undisclosed severe mental illness that prevents her from being able to parent. Her dad shows a great deal of love and sensitivity to both his wife and daughter and fast forward to the eighties and the girl is now a teenager. She is watching Top of the Pops one night and discovers The Smiths and becomes mildly obsessed with Morrissey. That is more of a sub-story, a thread that weaves throughout the film, but is not the main premise of the story at all. Her mom's illness has clearly worsened over the years, but they are managing and she receives ongoing treatment in the form of a "depo" shot and I assume they mean depakote, but in current times, a "depo" shot is progestin so it's a fertility drug. It was a little confusing. I also find it odd their close family friend and GP named Marie is treating Gina, not a psychiatrist. Again, different times so maybe it's actually not that far-fetched. Anyway, this med essentially turns Gina into a zombie, basically sitting in the den all day long and watching TV, barely able to speak. That is until her daughter convinces Marie to cut her dose in half so her mom comes back to life and surprise - she also becomes obsessed with Morrissey. There is an engaging storyline and get to know most of the main characters to the extent that you care what happens to them. Alice, the daughter, is so charming and such a good actress. She is the big draw for the movie and the primary character. Her mom Gina is more of a supporting role. The one thing I really did enjoy about this movie was the nostalgia of the times. It was very accurate in terms of music, clothing, attitudes... and I'm not British, but seeing that black wool coat with the little white specks and the brooch... we had the same thing and now I want that coat back. I wish they could have incorporated more music. The one thing that did throw me was the scene where we get a glimpse of Gina's arm and she has a giant tattoo. They should have covered that up with makeup. No suburban housewife or mom back then would have had a giant tattoo on her arm or anywhere else. It was like being jolted back into reality for a moment. I love seeing how close knit and stable their family was despite the mom's severe illness. However, do I think the acting was overdone to depict this unknown "mental disorder"? Absolutely yes. It became too forced. Like a farce. There are moments when it is very realistic and heartbreaking, and other moments where she reverts to this "child-like" persona that is NOT an indicator of either schizophrenia or bipolar disorder so I'm not entirely sure what that is supposed to be. A mental illness does not equal intellectual disability. It's actually a bit stigmatizing and wish they had gone a different direction with that portrayal of the mom's illness. Bottom line, love, love, the dad and daughter relationship, and the story overall. It was an entertaining movie and worth watching if you're a teen of the 80s, whether you like The Smiths or not.

I loved every minute of this movie. It tackled a very difficult topic with grace, compassion and insight. To do all of this whilst being so watchable and entertaining is pure genius. The writing, directing and filming is never short of brilliant and a wonderful rollercoaster ride of comedy, sadness, and romance with touches of intrigue and excitement for good measure. And the acting. What can I say. There wasn't a single weak performance. It is hard to pick anyone out for special praise as the whole ensemble were top notch and deserve a mantlepiece full of gongs.

My one criticism, and my reason for deducting a star, is that the brilliant recreation of the 1980s, which was meticulous to the smallest detail, was shattered when Sheridan Smith's extensive ink work was revealed towards the end. Seriously? Did any woman have that much ink (or even any ink) in the 1980s. Why be so realistic with all the attention to detail of all posters in the background and then have clear shots of tattoos that are clearly post 2000? I'd consider this a major blooper.

But, tattoos to one side, and this still remains a brilliant movie and one that deserves as wide an audience as possible.

If you appreciate movies that are more than car chases and guns then this is worth adding to your must watch list.

The performances of all actors was exceptional, mental health very cleverly depicted requiring hours of research. Whilst some of it was amusing, it was not funny and definitely not a comedy. Did not live up to its billing.

Good story. Great acting, love Ella Hunt. Worth the time