the performance itself is oddly hypnotic, a complete surrender to a movie that, at its core, is mainly concerned with bodies: at rest and in motion, swarming and pummeling, wounded and wasted. In this dreadful place, the meeting of flesh and photography is almost primal, with the cinematographer David Ungaro bringing a brutish beauty and innocence to Billy’s preternaturally pale skin — an unmarked canvas in a gallery of ink and scars. Later, he’ll submit to a prison tattoo artist while a circling camera and Nicolas Becker’s low, droning score lend the scene the gravity of a religious ritual.

he will miss the film’s opening night. He is currently incarcerated in HM Prison Liverpool.

in May 2016, Moore was diagnosed with stage three non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Moore says chemotherapy left him unable to work, caused his hair to fall out and his weight to plummet. He began to obsess about dying and his mental health rapidly deteriorated: “I started picking up drugs – I went back to what I was in the beginning, a guy looking to escape the moment because he couldn’t deal with his feelings.”

Moore was arrested for breaking into a neighbour’s house while they were on holiday and stealing a few items. He was, he admits, “a mess. I couldn’t stop all the obsessive thoughts and feelings and anxiety and I did things that I didn’t want to do and it got me. There’s no excuse, I’m not trying to justify it.”