Reviews

• Nick Broomfield's second dramatic feature works so well, I think, because it plays to his strengths as a documentary film-maker.

  There is little doubt that Ghosts paints a grimly compelling picture of these modern Dustbowl migrants; separated from the rest of us by the language they speak and the work they are forced to take. Shuttled from one exploitation to the other, they eventually fetch up on the quick sands of northern England as the dark water creeps in to cover their van. After all the humdrum humiliations and social-realist authenticity, Broomfield's film bows out with an elemental frisson. Its final scene is as horrifying as anything in the work of Hideo Nakata.

  The Guardian