Love (King) and Pride (sort of reviewed)
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I watched Pride last night with Mr Muddy.
Naughty Mark Kermode, who I usually love as a film reviewer, racked up slightly too much praise for this too-cute-and-formulaic BBC movie about the true story of the unlikely friendship between a Welsh colliery town and the Lesbian and Gay Support the Miners group in the Eighties, at the height of the miner’s strike.
I sat there with Mr Muddy, kind of enjoying it and laughing in parts, but the film to me like it was sleeping-walking that local field-good territory already better trodden by The Full Monty and Brassed Off. There were moments, like the ‘sing along’ in the working men’s clubs, where I was feeling distinctly peaky and searching for that elusive celluloid sick-bag.
Having said that, the film is still worth seeing, not least for a brilliant performance from Bill Nighy, and also my new actor crush, Paddy Constantine, who I think has been amazing in everything I’ve seen him in.
So it’s a 7 out of 10 for the film, but 10 out of 10 for the music selection, which featured not only Bronski Beat’s Smalltown Boy – I’d forgotten how fab that song is – but also a full throttal playing of King’s Love and Pride. Remember that??!!! I went to see King in concert in 1936 dears, and they were awesome, so in case you need your memory jogging, or in case, Lord forbid, you’re actually too young to remember them first time round, here’s their most famous song. Terrible video, but even that has its strange charms. Check out the early breakdancing. I think even my five year old can bust those moves these days, blud.