Moon Film Reviews: Pride and In Order of Disappearance

Last eventide, Your Cultural Correspondent (Film and Theatre) met one of their neighbours at the foot of their stairs.  Below is an extract of the conversation.

Neighbour: 'I've just been to see 'Pride'.'

Your Cultural Correspondent (Film and Theatre): 'Did you enjoy it?'

Neighbour: 'Yes.  I was living abroad at the time but I was very angry about the miners and Maggie Thatcher.'

Your Cultural Correspondent (Film and Theatre): 'We might disagree about that.'

Neighbour: 'Are you one of those Thatcherists?'

Your Cultural Correspondent (Film and Theatre): 'Yes.'

Neighbour: 'You've just lost 150 brownie points.'

Said brownie points were recouped and indeed added to when we got round to talking about Tony Blair, but let's move on...

For Your Cultural Correspondent (Film and Theatre) went themselves to 'Pride' this afternoon, still with that conversation in their mind.  

After seeing the film, their advice to you is this: leave your politics outside the theatre.  Because, if you don't, you'll wonder why the scene involving the taxi driver being killed by that concrete slab being dropped on his taxi from a footbridge didn't make the final cut.  And you'll take delight in seeing Lady T on the big screen. And you'll marvel that the film's on at the Barbican meaning Mr Scargill can just pop down from his £1.5m (in 2012 prices) luxury pad to see it.

So leave your politics at the cinema door and you'll be moved to tears of laughter and tears of not laughter by this very wonderful and entertaining film.

Prior to 'Pride' Your Cultural Correspondent (Film and Theatre) went to see 'In order of disappearance'. Let's just say: it's probably all down to the snow and leave it at that.