Sunday’s TV: Start the week feeling fantastic

November 7, 2008 by  
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THE FULL MONTY, FilmFour, Sunday 9th November, 9pm Alert me

Ahhh…The Full Monty, such a feel fantastic film. If ever in a state of self-doubt over your sexual prowess or just general ability to overcome what might at first seem pant-wettingly scary, this is the movie you need. It’s therapy through the medium of film and the best part is, it doesn’t involve any kind of emotional reliving of one’s childhood scars, just the pure, unadulterated joy of watching six regular guys get their kit off to a Hot Chocolate song.

Set in the ever gritty north of the 1970s, Sheffield to be precise, this comedy tells the tale of a bunch of unemployed steel factory workers, who decide to do something about their recent redundancy and form a Chippendales-esque striptease group to earn a bit of cash. Gaz (Robert Carlyle), a lovable rough’n, is determined to gain access to his son, who lives with his mother and he’s not going to let a small thing like going the Full Monty get in his way. By the power of shared nudity they overcome their downtrodden lives and give themselves a well-needed kick up the backside to positivity.

Adapted for the screen by Simon Beafoy from an original story by co-producer Paul Bucknor, director Peter Cattaneo does a wonderful job with an outstanding cast. The onscreen chemistry of actors including Mark Addy (Closer, A Knight’s Tale) and Tom Wilkinson (Eternal Sunshine, Batman Begins, Michael Clayton, RocknRolla and a whole heap more) and upbeat, tongue-in-cheek soundtrack brings out delicious nuances that spontaneously trigger the side of your lip to curl upwards in delight.

This is comedy set against a backdrop of adversity. The raw stuff. Whether you are unemployed, a father, a son, have a big willy or small, The Full Monty will tickle you and leave you wiggling your tush as the credits roll and you sashay to your computer to download “Sexy Thing? into a folder labelled ‘Embarrassing Tunes I do actually kind of like’.

By Susan Allen