I know England in the 80s looked post-apocalyptic but holy shit Alan Clarke really pushes it in Road, turning it into a Beckettian primal scream of working-class rage. Lesley Sharp’s monologue is heartbreaking and the obvious highlight of the film but the real genius is the camera: unflinching and constantly moving, refusing to give us comforting edit breaks. I don’t think a fourth wall break has ever made me as uncomfortable as they did here.
Recommended.