Screened as part of NZIFF 2012

The Angels’ Share 2012

Directed by Ken Loach

Scottish lads decide to liberate a barrel of single malt in Ken Loach’s caper comedy direct from Cannes. “This is British comedy at its warmest and most pleasurable; cask strength, unfiltered and neat.” — The Telegraph

Belgium / France / Italy / UK
101 minutes



Rebecca O’Brien


Paul Laverty


Robbie Ryan


Jonathan Morris

Production designer

Fergus Clegg

Costume designer

Carole K. Fraser


George Fenton


Paul Brannigan (Robbie)
Siobhan Reilly (Leonie)
John Henshaw (Harry)
Gary Maitland (Albert)
William Ruane (Rhino)
Jasmin Riggins (Mo)
Scott Dymond (Willy)
Scott Kyle (Clancy)
Neil Leiper (Sniper)
James Casey (Dougie)
Caz Dunlop (Caz)


Cannes (In Competition) 2012


Jury Prize, Cannes Film Festival 2012


“The Angels’ Share is a poetic expression for the small quantity of Scotch whisky that evaporates through the sides of the cask during maturation… It is also the name of Ken Loach’s smokily satisfying new comedy; the sole British contender for the Palme D’Or at Cannes this year. It is a crime caper set on the west coast of Scotland, complex on the palate but with a lasting toasty finish, and framed by one of the social realist, working class narratives that Loach has made his trademark… 

Screen newcomer Paul Brannigan is a wholly convincing 20-something muddle of wisecracks and frustrations as Robbie, one of a group of young offenders who work in a court-mandated ‘community payback scheme’ supervised by the jocular foreman Harry (Loach regular John Henshaw)… When Harry offers him a dram of a rare single malt to celebrate the birth of his son, Robbie has a very literal spiritual epiphany. He and his friends twig that the proceeds from a single barrel of the stuff, liberated from a sleepy highland distillery, would give all four of them enough money to clear their debts and start afresh… 

Loach and his regular screenwriter Paul Laverty won the Palme D’Or in 2006 for The Wind That Shakes the Barley, but this is a subtler, less inflammatory piece. Laverty, who grew up in Glasgow, and Loach’s cast have a fine ear for the trickling, glugging rhythms of modern Scots, scorching expletives and all. Every scene is a pleasure to listen to; many are also knee-slappingly funny… This is British comedy at its warmest and most pleasurable; cask strength, unfiltered and neat.” — Robbie Collin, The Telegraph