Movie Review: I, Daniel Blake

Ken Loach’s I, Daniel Blake is so unyieldingly empathetic that even its bleakest moments carry an air of triumph. In trying to create his paean to the working man Loach has stripped him of his three-dimensional humanity and replaced it with two-dimensional platitude. The 80-year-old English director won his second Palm d’Or for this one (the first was awarded to the superior The Wind that Shakes the Barley) proving perhaps, amidst all the bluster surrounding the panel’s celebration of arthouse and cinéma vérité, they’re still suckers for a good underdog story. Unfortunately, I, Daniel Blake can’t be mistaken for anything else, despite Loach’s admirable Vittorio De Sica-esque approach to the daily injustices of the down-and-out and destitute, I, Daniel Blake never really transcends its one-man-against-the-system narrative, which comes across as by the numbers. Loach’s passion project does have its moments of tragic understatement and aching simplicity (a moment inside the food bank is particularly dreary), but even in its best moments seems to mistake basic human compassion for shoddy blue collar nobility.

The movie starts with its titular character, Daniel, participating in a questionnaire intended to determine whether he, after suffering a cardiac arrest, is qualified to receive financial support from unemployment. To the cardiologist—and anyone with common sense—the answer is pretty self-explanatory but, to Employment and Support Allowance, Daniel is apparently deemed “fit for work.” Dave Johns as Daniel Blake hits all the right notes, but what’s most impressive about his performance is that he bears a comic’s touch of exploiting the absurdity of common everyday scenarios to borderline profundity. After being rejected by Employment and Support Allowance, Daniel is quickly thrown into a world where he’s forced to learn how computers work (despite never having used one in his life) and verbally wrangle with the governmental pencil pushers.

After failing to negotiate with a multitude of desk workers Daniel comes across a young single mother, Katie (Hayley Squires), and her two young children who encounter similar dissatisfaction with the bureaucratic cutting room floor of the Jobseekers Allowance. Unable to quell his frustration for the abject systemic malfeasance playing out before his eyes Daniel angrily lambastes the office’s employees and, with Katie and her kids, storms out of the building. Loach’s approach has been described as understated, but they’re too direct and too vociferously self-conscious to feel that way. He captures a simple waiting cue with effective icy dejection, but succumbs to painting Jobseekers desk workers as gargoylish and unfeeling. If anything, Dave Johns plainspoken integrity paints a more honest picture. Even as he hues and cries, assailing the system from every angle and without the slightest touch of subtlety, he manages to evoke a feeling of what these injustices might mean to the individual, and even allow for a bit of insight into their suffering (a great soliloquy starts with the question “It’s a monumental farce isn’t it?”).

Ken Loach’s pursuits are noble and worthy of his attention but, seemingly, unworthy of his craftsmanship. Roger Ebert accurately prescribed that “if a movie changes your vote or your mind, it does so by appealing to your emotions, not your reason” and, in that sense, that’s all Ken Loach fails at doing either effectively—but that doesn’t make what he’s saying untrue, or make his film any less interesting. The political discussion sparked after I, Daniel Blake’s release was a surprisingly incendiary, what followed were bouts of highly publicized hatchet jobs doled out against Ken Loach by governmental representatives and others who sought to call his film exaggerated, or downright dishonest. Unfortunately for these guys, it doesn’t take much research to see that what Loach isn’t anything new (and certainly not dishonest).

Ken Loach’s I, Daniel Blake only finds depth and insight in increments, but its charm goes a long way. The purest vision of authenticity in the film comes almost solely from Hayley Squires as the young ailing single mother of two kids, who befriends Daniel Blake and begins falling down a dark path. Dave Johns, on the other hand, is all flickering passion. His stand-up comic sensibility provide even the most mundane images with a Terry Gilliam-esque insanity, particularly the moment in which he can’t tell the difference between a computer mouse and its pointer. But it’s the man’s frankness and open-heart that provide every absurdity in the film with its much-needed voice of reason. Ken Loach’s I, Daniel Blake is mostly tepid aphorisms conquered only by its human touch.

Rating: 6/10

Gary is a twenty-two year old Canadian who partakes in all sorts of sedentary past times (reading, video games, etc.), his favourite of these is watching movies. His love for the cinema runs deep and he is constantly trying to find new ways to engage and approach films (because films are constantly trying to find new ways to engage and approach people). He does this mainly through film criticism, which he sees as both a hobby and a crucial link between movies and those who want to understand them a little more.