Perhaps this film was severely curtailed by not being authorized, or perhaps my expectations were misplaced? As prodgeny of 'The North', a Smith's fan and recently returned from Manchester, the film lacked something? That gritty Northern realism starkly contrasted by that peculiar Northern style of humor that is playful, astute and at time sardonic was there but? Because it was so interior (buildings and people wise) the film lacked a real sense of place. The end should have felt more like a beginning but it didn't.
Review of England Is Mine
