kinky boots

my head is clearing, but i've got a mix-up of days and nights happening, went to bed last night at 7pm and have been awake since 2am, so.. here's to early morning blogging:

i've been wanting to watch this movie for a long time, partly because i have a secret sparkly-shoe obsession, and partly because my friend sarah's brother acts in it.


it was actually the highlight of my journey home from the northern hemisphere, squashed into economy class, the whole plane melted away when the movie started.
what an ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS FLICK DAHLING , loved the story, loved the soundtrack.

of course rotten tomatoes doesn't love it

("There's a little... chill in the air... isn't there?")

but here's this review in the Los Angeles Times:
Little movies about the radical self-reinvention of working-class underdogs have become as reliable a British export as Prince Harry damage control. You could say the factory layoff has become the Chekhov's gun of contemporary British cinema — if a plant closes in Act 1, the protagonist must be engaged in some sort of arts-related fabulousness by Act 3. A decadelong diet of this sort of thing and you'd be forgiven for thinking the collapse of industry is the best thing to happen to England since Cadbury Easter Eggs.

That said, when they're good, they're peerlessly cozy and fun, if you like that sort of thing. I know I do, and the new Miramax movie "Kinky Boots" scratches the itch. A humanist parable about how to be a good person, live a good life and make gallons of lemonade when life suddenly hands you lemons, it's predictably delightful and delightfully predictable.

as Lola sings,

Yessir I can boogie

all night l-o-n-g...