Guy Allott
did not go far enough in telling the viewer what a fantastic street it is. yes its changing, but this street has everything. the library, hoxton hall, gp and hospital, sexual health clinic, post office technical college countless hairdressers, solicitors, accountants, kids storytelling workshop spaces, football shop, community gardens, ceramic workshops, georgian townhouses, takeaways of every world food and price range, funeral directors, pubs with irish fiddles, bakers, hardware shops, a book bindery, model agency, private flats and houses, old folks home, carribean patty shop, second hand shops, cab office, street market, record shop, phone & tech shops, opticians, beauty parlours, pharmacies, supermarkets, workshops and studios. all the above is not off hoxton street but on hoxton street and its tiny. this isnt the Cally or something. its local and its the best street in london .
Jodie Perkins
A down-to-earth documentary shedding light on the forgotten and downtrodden - an affect of capitalism in progress. The filmmaker allows his local characters time to speak and express their viewpoint of the changing scenery and culture around them, from a place that they once considered 'home' with childhood memories across each pave-stone, to a new world-order occupied by trendy art galleries and cash-driven corporations. You get the impression that the street was once the crowning glory of this community, and as the winds of time reduced it to a dusty resemblance, 'gentrification' is now encroaching closer causing many to vote 'leave' in the EU Referendum. A gem to mention more than others (and there are many), in the dusty, and once shining crown of this East London street, is the ageing local lady who appears to be fading as the story unfolds, and leaves a salient thought that the memory of her too will be lost to join the shops and stores that were reluctantly relinquished by those who held the lease for generations, and which helped shape the identity of those who lived there.
Hicca Carryer
Run of the mill gentrification blather. Unpleasant people on an ugly street wheel out old horrible cliches and moan on about the good old days when you call a spade a spade. Only the gallery owner comes across as genuinely likeable but she's supposed to be the cartoon villain. About as uplifting as watching a pigeon pecking away at a pile of sick.
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