My Beautiful Laundrette: restoration returns with renewed immediacy

Forty years after it was first released, Hanif Kureishi’s screenplay remains a shining beacon of British cinema
In 1985, British cinema was forever changed by the tale of a tentative romance formed in a small south London business. It launched the careers of its Oscar-nominated screenwriter Hanif Kureishi (The Buddha of Suburbia), its director Stephen Frears (The Queen) and production company Working Title (Four Weddings and a Funeral), composer Hans Zimmer (The Lion King), and its stars Gordon Warnecke and Daniel Day-Lewis.
My Beautiful Laundrette returns to cinemas in 4K for its 40th anniversary, and in its restored light we see the film’s enduring vitality vibrate through the ages. The daring portrait of Thatcher‑era Britain was both a progressive love story and a political document, capturing the messy collisions of race, culture and sexuality in a fractured 1980s south London. Its foundation is in the intense chemistry of two unlikely men, whose reunion fills this world with radical beauty.
Omar (Warnecke) and Johnny (Day-Lewis), are two young people who, just one generation prior, would have lived in a more firmly segregated world but still contend with deep divisions between their communities.
Omar, a British‑Pakistani man, is beholden to family duty. His father Hussein (Roshan Seth), once a man of progressive ideals, has retreated into disillusionment with the system at large. His domineering uncle Nasser (Saeed Jaffrey) has established himself as the broader family’s alpha and urges Omar to ruthlessly seize the opportunities that Thatcherism dangles.
Johnny, by contrast, is a working-class white man who dabbled in fascism, feeling abandoned by the world around him. He has floated into the orbit of the skinhead gangs who take out their rage on both immigrants carving out success and the perceived gentrification they usher in. His life is shaped by anger and drift. And yet, in his wiry frame and tentative gaze, there is something softening as he opens to childhood friend Omar’s impish charms.
When they come together, first in wary conversation, then in the titular shared enterprise, and finally as lovers, it feels like a defiance of the gravity of their surroundings. When Omar reaches for Johnny in the backroom of the laundrette, it’s an act that trespasses against the narratives that London’s streets have written for them. A moment of honesty in a city that is caught up in manufactured divisions.
The run-down laundrette they are tasked with rejuvenating becomes a symbol of a brighter future. Omar is determined to transform it into a place of hope that might please his uncle. For Johnny, the laundrette is a lifeline out of violence. But, on a deeper level, it is a sanctuary, a site where labels and expectations can temporarily dissolve amid the hum of spinning machines.
What makes My Beautiful Laundrette so powerful and vital is its refusal to simplify these men and their cultural divides. Omar is not a passive victim — he is calculating, sexually assured and often complicit in the amorality around him. Johnny is afforded joy but is not granted easy redemption. Their relationship does not erase the gulf between them, it illuminates it. And, in doing so, the film suggests that intimacy can exist in the faultlines of society without the weight of solving the deep-rooted issues of the wider world.
The film’s visual language, now newly vivid, deepens this sense of fragile possibility. Neon signs flicker against the damp London night, casting both romance and unease. The spin of washing machines and the drip of water on tiles become intense soundtracks of a world where the mundane is charged with emotional electricity. Small gestures carry epic weight: a hand brushing a shoulder, a glance held a second too long.
Four decades later, while centring a queer cross-culture love story might not be as taboo, the film’s cultural observations remain piercing. The divisions of 1985 Britain still echo — migration and belonging remain contested, the gulf of economic inequality is ever widening, and the question of who gets to feel at home is no less urgent. As a result, Omar and Johnny’s connection still feels like a quiet rebellion against the system. And yet, the film is never didactic, its ending offering no neat solutions or clear path forward. It continues to move with the rhythm of life itself: funny, sly, tender and cruel by turns. It recognises that love does not erase history, that desire cannot entirely undo the forces of class and culture, but that there are spaces, however small and precarious, where two people can exist beyond the narratives imposed upon them.
A restoration does more than sharpen the image, it strengthens the pulse of films that have thrived on vitality and nuance. The wet sheen of south London streets, the maximalist warmth of British-Pakistani gatherings, the vulnerability in its actors’ eyes, all of it returns with renewed immediacy.
My Beautiful Laundrette is still a love story and a shining beacon of British cinema, able to tackle the complex mass of contradiction that forms this country’s past, present and future. As Omar and Johnny stare proudly at their beautiful laundrette, it’s a reminder even that, back in 1985, a group of young, talented people trusted themselves to make an extraordinary film, unlike anything that had come before it. Just as in the world they depicted, even the most divided places contain remarkable possibilities.
My Beautiful Laundrette is now showing in selected cinemas.