W.C. centers on the trials and tribulations of two toilet attendants as they deal with argumentative customers, an interfering bar manager, hapless losers and grimy toilets. Jack Watts' dad had him arrested when his gambling problem got out of hand and he dipped his hand in the till of the family bar once too often. Just out of prison, he is told that the toilet attendant's job in the bar has just become vacant; Jack will work there until the money he took is paid back. Katya, who works as the attendant in the girls' toilet, is given the task of showing Jack the ropes. Jack and Katya are both trapped in their jobs. Jack, because of his debt to his family; Katya, on account of her illegal status. She is reluctant to trust him at first, as everyone she has ever met has wanted something from her, but slowly Jack and Katya begin to build a friendship. Written by
I came out of the cinema pleasantly surprised by this film. The two main characters strike up an understated chemistry from early on as the clash of the world inside the jazz club toilets and the lives that pass through the plush interior of the club itself provide a metaphor for the contradictions of city life; the struggle of those that inhabit the underbelly is only a stone's throw from the other side of the tracks where life is a bed of roses. Or is it? Watch the lives of patrons and toilet attendants alike, as they unfold to the backdrop of the delicious soundtrack of the jazz club as provided superbly by Richie Buckley and his band. Despite the film's undercurrent of people-trafficking and some upsetting scenes, I would watch this film again and again. Irish film needs provocative and edgy films like WC.
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