
Ratcatcher
Lynne Ramsay’s 1999 debut follows James Gillespie, a Glaswegian boy haunted by an accidental death amid the grime and quiet desperation of a 1970s council estate. Shot with tactile precision and edited with deliberate slowness, the film privileges sensory experience over exposition, rendering poverty, grief, and nascent tenderness through image, sound, and restrained performance — not psychology or plot.

