I always love films that look unflinchingly at mental illness but are also brave enough not to perpetuate the fallacy that someone with a mental health problems automatically becomes a saint. In Craig Roberts’ second complex directorial feature, Jane (a superb Sally Hawkins) is a challenging personality to put it mildly. If getting jilted at the alter wasn’t enough, Jane is unlucky enough to have a cold mother (Penelope Wilton), a useless father (Robert Pugh) and sisters patronising and uncaring (Alice Lowe and Billie Piper respectively). We follow Jane through her latest spiral, hooking up with another troubled soul (David Thewlis) and becoming more erratic than ever as she decides to take herself off her prescription medication in order to feel more. It’s not an easy watch, but it’s worth it for the truthful, painful performances, a surprising amount of awkward laughs to be had among all the affecting melancholy. SSP
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