Writer and director May Miles Thomas tells why she had to make Solid Air.

One cold, drizzling morning in January 1996 at the Court of Session, Edinburgh, I stood with my father as he made a decision that effectively placed a cash value on his life.

Like thousands of men before and since, my father accepted the fact of his disease, asbestosis, with a stoicism common to most men of his class and generation. He also accepted the hopelessness of attempting to pursue his claim for compensation because, as his own lawyer was quick to emphasize, to enter Court with a civil case is a high risk.

I might forgive the process, the route to this outcome. I might accept the years it had taken to be in that place, only to witness the chicanery designed to achieve the required result. But never will I forget the look on my father's face as he made his decision about accepting an out-of-court settlement; the only kind that satisfies the other parties concerned. Here was the weight of an entire legal system bearing down on an individual, a decent man at the end of his working days, who was forced to shoulder the burden of proof against a faceless Defendant. In the end, it was about the money.

Had my father's case been unique, I suspect I would have let matters rest, rather than revisit the trauma of that day. But on learning that, in pursuit of a witness my father had discovered that an unseemly number of his colleagues had died of asbestos related diseases, the idea of creating a film based on their collective experience began to haunt me. We all lose our fathers one day, sure, but the unlawful nature of what will certainly be the cause of my father's premature death gave rise to an anger so strong that I felt compelled to seek a moral reprisal.
The fine line between empathy and sympathy made me wary of patronizing those who can't articulate their dissent. But given my father's experience, I felt entitled, at least on his behalf, to attempt to express his plight within the framework of a fiction. I already knew the title would be Solid Air to describe the effects of this debilitating, progressive and fatal disease.

Having made my first feature, One Life Stand, I finally gave in to these thoughts and set out to write the story. The idea of a man, a lonely divorcee, seeking personal injury compensation from his former employers soon developed into a broader tale linking the personal - the difficult relationship between a father and his estranged son - with the public - the iniquities of the Law and those who maintain it. As the script evolved, it occurred to me that the last thing I wanted to make was a worthy and prosaic drama. Solid Air would be morally significant, yes. Miserable and sermonizing, absolutely not.

To reach its natural audience, the film had to contain an element of entertainment, of glamour even. I arrived at the idea of gambling as a means of providing motivation for the son, Junior, to pursue his father's claim in order to pay a debt. Gambling also served as a metaphor for a system of civil law so fraught with risk. What better way to illustrate the system than by placing a gambler at the heart of it?

Films are lumbering and expensive creatures. They have to be willed into existence. The pitch for Solid Air was met with bemusement and rejection. A legal and gambling thriller about a man with an industrial disease? What we had in terms of an original story for the screen appeared to lack everything in terms of commercial, mass market appeal. But for the faith and perseverance of my partner and producer, Owen Thomas, this film would never have been produced. Over a two year period he methodically pieced together the budget and finally a six week shoot could take place on location in and around Glasgow.
Few filmmakers ever confess the truth of how films actually get made. Solid Air was not an easy film to make, financially or emotionally.

Over the last three years Owen and I made tough decisions as potential executive producers and financiers came, saw, reneged, lied, cheated but mostly ignored - business as usual in an industry where all that is solid melts into air. But to dwell on those negatives does not serve the result of those three years of work accomplished with commitment and sincerity. Or those who inspired the story. Nor does it serve the audience, many of whom crave an antidote to the formulaic.

Sometimes, a film arrives from nowhere, without the weight of the industry machine, that touches people's hearts because they believe in the people they're watching and believe in the story being told.

I hope Solid Air can be such a film but, as the filmmaker, I'm no longer in a position to tell. Just as I stood outside the Court with my father, I can only look on while the chips fall where they may.
Going to Court
Making Solid Air