Ramsay’s brilliant rendering of a child’s experience during the 1975 Glasgow bin-collectors’ strike, spiked with a horrifying twist of fate, remains masterful
Twenty-five years ago, we saw one of the most impressive debut features in modern British movie history. Ratcatcher, by the 29-year-old Glasgow film-maker Lynne Ramsay, was a visually haunting, passionate piece of work to compare with Terence Davies or Ken Loach and which set a gold standard of artistry for new social realist cinema – or cinema of any sort – in the UK. I remember how blown away I was when I saw it at the Edinburgh film festival, especially by the rippling, sunlit fields at which a troubled child gazes, framed by the doorway of the half-built council house development outside Glasgow. (Only now does it occur to me to wonder if Ramsay was influenced by John Ford.)
The setting is Glasgow during the 13-week bin collectors’ strike of 1975 during which bags of rubbish piled up everywhere, causing a plague of rats in the grim estates whose families were waiting to be rehoused in new council accommodation; it was finally cleared up by sending in the army, in an uneasy echo of the Troubles in Northern Ireland. James Gillespie (played by non-professional William Eadie) is a 12-year-old from one of these families; he’s roaming around the place, squabbling with his sisters Ellen (Michelle Stewart) and Anne Marie (Lynne Ramsay Jr), hectored by his longsuffering Ma (Mandy Matthews) and scared of his hard-drinking, violent Da (Tommy Flanagan). While playing near the reeking canal, for a laugh James pushes in another boy called Ryan Quinn – who disappears under the water and doesn’t resurface. Guilty and panicked, James runs away and doesn’t tell another living soul about his guilty role in what happened, even as the hearse with the small coffin some weeks later pulls up and the open door squashes against a rubbish bag on the pavement.
