No round-up of unlikely movie crims should overlook Feeling’s unemployed Glaswegians, inept entrepreneurs whose scheme involves robbing a warehouse of stainless steel sinks.
This reissue of Bill Forsyth’s low-budget debut – Thatcherite satire disguised as whimsical caper – reveals the missing link between Ealing and The Full Monty.
Forsyth instantly nails the Jock-ular wit that would flourish in Gregory’s Girl and Local Hero.
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