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Another Neil Jordan encounter with transvestites/transsexuals, the Irish troubles and as an aside, a beautiful black woman. What are you trying to tell us, Neil?? Hmm. Very very good indeed (and, incidentally, a good antidote to Brokeback Mountain for those who maintain that "gay" or at least non-het films made for a mass film audience can only end in tragedy). Yes I did cry (yet again) but as V maintained when talking me into going, this is on the whole a remarkably light and sweet film for such potentially heavy material. I now really would like to know a bit more about the biographicalness or otherwise of the subject hero (

rozk touched on this in her review) and may even have to read the book - zut alors! Oh and the soundtrack, of the forgotten side of 70s trash pop and love anthems, not the well known Abba anthems but Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep and Morris Albert's original Feelings, brought out the longing to be young in this 40something's breast. All this and Wombles - you should go.

EDIT: And why is everything I see at the moment about the 70s huh? All in one week or so, BB Mountain, this, and Life on Mars, which I am, unexpectedly, rather enjoying. I told V, my theory is the people of our age are now in charge of the domainant cultural meme, and we're reliving out teenage years. Strange after all that stuff about the 70s being the decade taste forgot..