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On the eve of retirement a middle class, judgmental snob discovers her husband has been having an affair with her best friend and is forced into exile with her bohemian sister who lives on an impoverished inner-city council estate. Finding Your Feet has a quite talented cast and a few Harry Potter actors for quite of the reunion but this drama/comedy/romance film is missing the point in the end. The whole story arc with the dance was quite the dull, the perfomances were fine for the most part but nothing crazy to be about and the overall dramatic aspect of it kind of forgettable and the same goes for the romantic parts. Overall a decent attempt but not as decent as it could. (3/10)
art-miller
When we are born we are allotted a finite time on this planet. Some even believe your days are literally numbered in some celestial log book. That being the case it follows that our time on this troubled planet should be used wisely. Therefore if you waste 111 minutes of your life watching this monumental cliche ridden over sentimental piece of cr*p you only have yourself to blame.
The writer watched "Hundred Foot Journey" and "Best Exotic Hotel" and decided to join in. He leafs through his already well thumbed copy of the Oxford Dictionary of Pensioner cliches and decided to use all of them -- being a subscriber to the more-is-more school of thought. With a very old spade he then shovels in bucket loads of saccharine. He then wanted to balance this with tears... "hmmm..." he thought, "I must get those old codgers to leave the cinema weeping and wailing. That way they will think they have just watched a good film. They will tell all their decrepit friends and write glowing reviews on IMDB and I will be rich. No-one under 70 should see this film. No-one over 70 with one foot dangling over the abyss like me should watch it. Unless you want to see your possible future in the demented woman dribbling in a care home or the cancer diagnosis. These melodramatic over sentimental moments are painted in with broad brush strokes. No subtlety here. The big tragic reveal in Rome of a past love dying is laughable. The writer hasn't got a clue how to make a funny sensitive film. He has probably never seen a classic British film from the late fifties or early sixties. Has never studied French cinema. To be honest I reckon he has been to the Barbara Cartland school of scriptwriting. Whilst watching this turkey trot though almost two hours of wasted celluloid it is possible to predict every coming scene and worn out storyline. This film has the distinction of being one of the very few that I have watched...reluctantly in this case dragged along by a partner...where some scenes are so vomit inducingly cute I actually had to close my eyes. I did not want a memory of it imprinted forever on my grey matter. Mass pensioner dancing accompanied by ecstatic standing crowd clapping and whooping is apart from being unrealistic so cute as to be damaging to your mind and your stomach. No idea why slimmed down Spall is made to speak in a silly semi cockney accent. No idea why Joanna Lumley is even in the film unless her name on the billing brings in punters. Minimal work for her here. No idea why the action briefly shifts to Rome unless they just wanted to add a travelogue to this dog's dinner of film. Anyone who writes a 8, 9 or 10 star review of this film should be made to reveal their age and who is paying them to write reviews. When entering the cinema to see this film the following should be printed o your ticket: 'Your sick bag is located on the back of the seat in front of you'. So take plenty of tissues -- not for the "Oh, my god, princess Diana is dead...." phoney emotional tears, but to wipe your mouth after using the aforementioned bag. Don't say you haven't been warned...............................
atticus200453
Wasn't sure about this movie before I saw it. Like a lot of other films the title put me off but having nothing better to do I decided to see it. By the end I had laughed at the witty scrip; cried during the emotional scenes (I'm a 65 year old man by the way); and left the theatre thoroughly uplifted by a story obviously aimed at my end of the age range. Outstanding performances by British acting royalty Imelda Staunton, Timothy Spall and above all Celia Imrie (is there no role she can play?). It's story that will make you believe that you should squeeze life until the pips squeak. As I said it's probably aimed at people of a certain age but younger ones may learn a valuable lesson about not putting off till tomorrow what you can do today. A little gem of a film. Go see it!
euroGary
Sandra, Lady Abbott (Imelda Staunton), is looking forward to life with her newly-retired police chief husband Mike (John Sessions, for no good reason doing one of his 'amusing' accents, this time Welsh) when she discovers said hubby has been having an affair for five years. Her dreams shattered, she leaves him and goes to live with her Bohemian sister Bif (Celia Imrie) on a grotty council estate in London. As she begins to adjust to her new circumstances and to face the rest of her life, Sandra gets drawn into Bif's circle of dancing class friends, including Jackie (Joanna Lumley - with grey hair!) and Charlie (Timothy Spall), who has a tragic secret of his own.This is not high art, and certainly not original: all the plotlines have been well-used in various other films, plays, television shows, books... Nor is it always well-plotted: the manner in which the dancers win their trip to Rome is pretty unbelievable. But it is the kind of low-budget, feel-good, entertaining film that the UK does rather well, with hordes of British thesps competently performing in roles that do not really stretch them (although personally I would have preferred Lumley to be given more to do). Filmsnobs will not enjoy it; those who wish to be gently entertained will. It delivers chuckles, not belly-laughs. (And - who knew - Timothy Spall is a credible romantic hero! Honestly, by the end of the film I was ready to run off with him myself...)
