A Cry from the Streets

This is not a bad film, and a very welcome look at the complexities of children and the relationships adults have with them. None of the character are simple, mny are complex and some of it is actually hard to watch. Don't judge this this my our own sugar-coated, health and safety obsessed view of children today. See it as a realistic portrayal of children and societal problems of the 1950s. Then think how we see children and their lives today - overly protected and overly idealised. There are also hints of the good actor Max Bygraves could have been had he not gone for a singing career.

What's wonderful film, it's nostalgic look at social work, or should that be rose tinted view of social work ( even in its day) when the film was made. It does pull at the heart strings and it's a gem.

Barbara Murray is a social worker who tries to find good homes for her children. She's frustrated by some of the foster parents, who are uncaring. Her new friend, Max Bygraves, thinks she should be paying more attention to him, but gradually comes to care about the children too.

It's a sympathetic view of lack of support for children, not only by the system, but also in its portraits of the actual parents. I found it to be a good movie, even though the high-pitched piping of the children annoyed me by the end. Bygraves sings one song, "Gotta Have Rain", with accompaniment by Larry Adler. It charted in the UK, and was a hit for Eydie Gormé in the United States.

Given the subject matter, you would think this film would be unbearably frank and gritty or sickeningly sentimental. It us neither. It manages to strike a balance. It does show the 0light of children who don't have stable families, but given it being a 1950s film, it doesn't deal with some disturbing truths. It has a touch of comic relief, as needed,

This film has a top notch cast at their very best.

This got a BAFTA nod for Best British Screenplay and you can easily see why. It is a gentle, almost nostalgic, reminder of how different society was in the UK 60 years ago. Barbara Murray ("Ann") is a social worker struggling to look after a collection of kids from a variety of disadvantaged backgrounds. She meets and falls for the kind, gentle, real-life crooner Max Bygraves ("Bill") who has some fairly traumatic baggage of his own, and they both set about trying to bring a little happiness to themselves and to their young charges. This doesn't pull it's punches - not that it is gory, or visually violent - but it does tackle the topics of suicide, child neglect and parental (& official) indifference in quite a forthright (for 1958) fashion. It did remind me a little of my own childhood in Glasgow in the 1970s - kids were packed off "out to play" on spare ground - frequently that bombed out during WWII - on their own for days at a time; surrounded by an environment of cigarettes and alcohol - and although impossible to reconcile with attitudes today; people just didn't know any better and very, very few of us were ever at risk of anything more dangerous than a skint knee. The kids' performances are good as is Mona Washbourne as "Mrs. Daniels".