On the outside, Liverpool is the city that gave the world the Beatles and the home of the most successful club in the history of the English football league. On closer inspection, however, it’s an unattractive place full of Functionalistic architecture in a pitiable state. But most importantly, it’s a city full of people. In the optic of Terence Davies’s poetic documentary, it is not the monuments and illustrious families that matter, but rather the city’s inhabitants. Like Guy Maddin in the film My Winnipeg (KVIFF, 2008), Davies’ portrait of his hometown also betrays a personal obsession that gives the film its unmistakable structure. This structure is created through chronological narration enhanced by the contrapuntal integration of the music and themes that recall the director’s feature work. The latter is also evoked in the serene atmosphere of the film as a whole, disturbed only by sporadic angry comments from the director himself. Davies introduces his hometown with a kind of enchantment, but at the same time strictly avoids any form of idealisation.