The play ran for years so obviously worked for an audience who presumably related to its northern schtick. I didn't buy the film version. Maybe too foreign. But I've bought British tales of the north before. Ths feels like it should be shot in black and white or something. Everyone feels like an actor rather than a person, James Mason in actor mode, Susan George in actor mode, that mum from Bless This House the other hot daughter and her boyfriend. It feels unsatisfactory not the meet the dad of George's kid or find out what happened. I quite liked the ending with them all trying to get along - that felt real.
I sense this was made a few years' too late.
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