George MacKay

I saw a kid on his mobile, walking. He looked relaxed, like he owned his environment. It was his walk that attracted me. A slight swagger. Youth. I stopped him and explained I was casting for a film. He was intrigued and told me he was busy now. But, I could meet him that night.
I was born in 73. I grew up in a working class family. A big family. A working class family that was part of a community
After the screening, held in a swanky cinema at London's Barbican centre, a world away from a Welsh pit mine, various friends of Mark Ashton stood up to thank Warchus for portraying the events in such a truthful way, some of them weeping, they were so proud.