Film

My Childhood

Name: My Childhood
Genre: Drama
Released: 1972
Cast: Stephen Archibald, Hughie Restorick, Jean Taylor Smith, Karl Fieseler, Bernard McKenna

Drama
Slow-burning

Bill Douglas's debut is a crystalline memory of childhood poverty in 1940s Scotland—47 minutes of sensory detail and quiet devastation. Shot in silvery black-and-white, it moves without plot, accumulating moments of shame, hunger, tenderness, and small rebellion. For anyone moved by the textures of working-class life or filmmaking that trusts the viewer completely.

TMDb rating

3.6

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