Brassed Off on the Eurostar
Well this is embarrassing: I just found myself whimpering on the Eurostar while watching Brassed Off, the stirring Pete Postlethwaite film about pit closures and colliery bands. Some slightly perplexed Parisian businessmen observed. I’m not sure it is a moment that is really deserving of a blog, but as I am clearly feeling unusually emotional I will grant myself an exception. The moment when the late lamented Pete Postlethwaite, lungs full of coal dust, refuses the sought-after trophy his Grimley Colliery Band have just won at the Albert Hall, and launches into an excoriating dissection of the inhumanity of Margaret Thatcher’s annihalation of Britain’s pit villages, should be taught in schools. Unfortuately I don’t have the French to explain that to my bemused fellow passengers..
One Response to “Brassed Off on the Eurostar”
I sympathise in every way. That film, like Pride, is too true. And we are still paying the price.
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