My name is Daniel Blake. I am a man, not a dog.
A 59-year-old carpenter recovering from a heart attack befriends a single mother and her two kids as they navigate the impersonal, Kafkaesque benefits system. With equal amounts of humour, warmth and despair, the journey is heartfelt and emotional until the end.
northern england
heart attack
single mother
compassion
carpenter
social services
welfare
social realism
social security
healthcare
desperate
labor rights