This movie delivers precisely what you anticipate, and that’s perfectly acceptable. While we’ve encountered films that delve deeper into the struggles of homelessness and the agonizing process of overcoming heroin addiction – particularly the latter, although it’s worth noting this film carries a 12A certificate, which tempers the graphic and disturbing nature of the main character’s experiences compared to something like TRAINSPOTTING – this adaptation of James Bowen’s autobiography, chronicling his life-altering bond with Bob, is undeniably endearing.
Luke Treadaway’s performance is convincingly solid; his portrayal of a drug user who has lost everything and is living on the streets feels authentic. If the transformative effect Bob has on James’s life seems somewhat fantastical – with Londoners reacting to Bob as if they’ve never encountered a cat before – you simply have to embrace it to a degree. The film clearly establishes Bob as the embodiment of James’s redemption, and the delightful detail of one of the feline actors being Bob himself adds a layer of authenticity.
Anthony Head’s role as James’s estranged father is understated yet impactful, effectively conveying the emotional complexities beneath a reserved exterior. Joanne Froggatt and Ruta Gedmintas from THE STRAIN deliver memorable performances as James’s doctor and a potential love interest, respectively. While the latter character leans a bit heavily into the ‘hippy chick’ archetype, she manages to pull it off, and the film commendably handles the romantic subplot with a bittersweet and realistic resolution.
For me, this film shares a similar space with EDDIE THE EAGLE – a movie that may not garner awards or dominate the box office, but leaves you feeling uplifted after watching it. It has certainly inspired me to read Bowen’s book. And on a personal note, having once known a cat named Bob myself, I can attest to the profound friendship and comfort such a companion can bring.
