What are you doing carrying an ancient 10 kilogram sword around when you're on the run if you're not going to ever actually use it? For dramatic symbolism of course!
How does a simple industrial dispute at a Welsh steelworks run by Chinese investors become a national revolution? Against the English! I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sure a lot of Welsh people wouldn't mind sticking one on the English, but NONE OF THAT MADE ANY SENSE! The steel works was ticking along, admittedly under foreign ownership, and yes there are big questions that we really should be asking about the future of industry in Wales and elsewhere in the UK, but a safety mishap and a dispute over the extent that a company guarantees employment in the medium to long-term do not, I'm afraid, a massive revolution make!
So, belief suspended, a family, with a far-too-big sword for company are made refugees in the UK. This is, of course an interesting idea and point of view that, I really felt, was not followed through. It felt like the writer was wondering "should I really go all out and use this refugee situation to portray the plight of refugees in the real world, or would that be too unbelievable?" We are left with an insulting refugee-lite portrayal of how losing your homeland really feels.
By the end, I would have been happy to have been bashed around the head by the sword for it to have had some actual purpose.
How does a simple industrial dispute at a Welsh steelworks run by Chinese investors become a national revolution? Against the English! I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sure a lot of Welsh people wouldn't mind sticking one on the English, but NONE OF THAT MADE ANY SENSE! The steel works was ticking along, admittedly under foreign ownership, and yes there are big questions that we really should be asking about the future of industry in Wales and elsewhere in the UK, but a safety mishap and a dispute over the extent that a company guarantees employment in the medium to long-term do not, I'm afraid, a massive revolution make!
So, belief suspended, a family, with a far-too-big sword for company are made refugees in the UK. This is, of course an interesting idea and point of view that, I really felt, was not followed through. It felt like the writer was wondering "should I really go all out and use this refugee situation to portray the plight of refugees in the real world, or would that be too unbelievable?" We are left with an insulting refugee-lite portrayal of how losing your homeland really feels.
By the end, I would have been happy to have been bashed around the head by the sword for it to have had some actual purpose.