Originally posted Oct 14 2008, republished in honour of Peter Postlethwaite, who has died aged 64. See short tribute by clicking here
We could argue about this all day. Since it has cropped up again here, let's at least give it a few minutes more.
Was Brassed Off a funny, moving, politically and socially decent study of a pit closure, enlivened by impassioned music and the even more impassioned polemic of Peter Postlethwaite's Albert Hall speech.
Or was it "a manipulative, sentimental piece of dreck" for which Postlethwaite "should have been arrested for disservice to the film industry"?
It is all too easy to say that while the former view is taken by anyone capable of being impressed by a film that finds a clever and appealing way of addressing the casual destruction of a mining community, the latter is the mucky preserve of self-inflated Islington and Californian critics, and right-of-Genghis Khan brutes everywhere.
In fact, my regard for the film, despite the sentimental blemishes, triumphs over a lifelong refusal to romanticise the working class (got beaten up along the Black Path a little too often for that). And my friend and regular contributor Bill Taylor, whose scathing words I quote, does not quite fit the opposing stereotype.
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