Katie Price – Harvey and Me review: A portrait of a mother and son in unbelievably difficult circumstances
The IndependentGet our free weekly email for all the latest cinematic news from our film critic Clarisse Loughrey Get our The Life Cinematic email for free Get our The Life Cinematic email for free SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. Read our privacy policy The model, entrepreneur and non-writing bestselling author Katie Price’s eldest son, Harvey, turned 18 last year. On the cusp of adulthood, Harvey has the cognitive ability of a 7-year-old, weighs 28 stone and is prone to outbursts of destructive violence, as shown by the cratered walls of Price’s house. “Even though it wasn’t my fault, and I couldn’t control it” she says, fighting tears, “I still felt such guilt that I couldn’t protect him.” In the rare moments of grace, as when Harvey chats with an old friend, or watches his beloved trains arrive and depart the station, you can see the relief blooming in Price’s face.