“Why is he biting the hand that feeds him” is a line that stings the viewers ears. Throughout the film, there is a sense that our refugees should be grateful for the opportunity that they have been given here in England.

But following that logic, everyone should be grateful for the baseline luxury of life. Why should two war-stricken individuals living in a derelict home in the UK with questionable immigration status be any more grateful?

At this point in the film, your sympathies lie wholeheartedly with the pair – you can see everything through their eyes and your own pupils widen further as we are taken back in time and witness their footsteps through the streets of South Sudan. They step over dead bodies, hide on rooftops and walk through the night until, a shocking point – you realise they may also be the villains.

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