And yet I just can't take to it. It's the fragmented snap shot style I guess. It means the narrative, such as it is, is uninvolving. I can understand the approach, it's like watching family photos come to life but like any family photo viewed by someone down the years, the figures present can only ever be remote and aloof.
Davies explores the Liverpudlian tradition of family sing songs and the characters, singing often direct to the camera around the tables in the pubs or around the fireplace at home, is an interesting device to show emotions that are actually being smothered or repressed in reality. It's one of the strongest elements in the film, standing shoulder to shoulder with the impeccable talented cast and the perfect period evocation.
But for all it's honest insight into working class northern family life, and the personal chimes it rang within me, I still can't get totally involved in the piece, and that's a crying shame. For the craftsmanship of the film I can understand the plaudits to a certain extent, and I would on that alone rate the film higher, but as a viewing experience I found it lacking and that's why I'm pained to admit I can only give it the rating I have - 3 out of 5.