All my life I've heard people say "They were asking for it--" regarding nearly every imaginable kind of hardship folks see others facing (including rape). Easy to be smug at your own puny achievements when you observe the calamities of others, but tomorrow you might be hit by a bus as you digit the nth tweet of the morning. Today's "culture" is so sick it's a miracle the lights are still on. As with the storyline here in "County Lines", life itself has become one endless turf war, digging private trenches, mostly invisible: your kids my kids, your stuff my stuff. And then the banality of ordinary evil, the sudden event that re-ignites neglected bonds (married couples, parents with their kids, former friends). We make mistakes, briefly show remorse, but then invariably lapse back into our old ways of utter self-interest. True renewal is an extreme accomplishment. The heroes here in "County Lines" are perhaps not the mother (albeit commendable), but the other adults around Tyler of no blood relation who invest in him: his teachers and the social worker, those silent and mainly invisible individuals who hold the rich and complex tapestry of our society together. This restrained yet subtly ambitious film belongs with Ken Loach's "Sweet Sixteen", Andrea Arnold's "Fish Tank", and not least Clio Barnard's "Selfish Giant". Thanks to a wonderful cast, and thanks to you Mr Blake for bringing them together.
