Finding Your Feet (2017)
On the eve of retirement a middle class, judgmental snob discovers her husband has been having an affair with her best friend and is forced into exile with her bohemian sister who lives on an impoverished inner-city council estate.
Some films are like hot baths, cups of cocoa and comfortable pants – they won’t set your world on fire but they will make you feel good. Finding Your Feet is like a hug from one of your mum’s friends, something you didn’t even know you needed at the time.
The day before her pompous politician husband retires, doting wife Sandra (Staunton) learns that he’s not quite as dedicated to their life as she is. This sets her into a tailspin and her only option is to flee to her sister’s home to gather her thoughts for a while.
Sandra is something of a snob though, accustomed to a grand lifestyle while her sister Bif (Imrie) is more bohemian in her attitudes and environment. Chalk and cheese if you will – it could never work! Except… sisterly love is a powerful thing and maybe, just maybe there’s life in the old dog yet.
As our San reconnects with lovely Bif, she starts to get a glimpse of the woman she used to be and possibly, of the life she could still have. And while it takes a while for the ice to thaw around her broken heart, with the help of her new friends and a rag tag dance class, Sandra starts to regenerate.
It doesn’t hurt that charming Charlie (Spall) is part of her new crew and he’s got an eye for the feisty Sandra. But he has his own life issues – could new love really develop between these elderly love veterans? And what’s going on with free-spirited Bif?
Well, there’s only one way to find out I guess – get thee to the multiplex and treat yourself to a couple of scoops of rum & raisin while you find out for yourself (That is that the flavour silver surfers choose, right?).
While Finding Your Feet does not offer anything that new, it was lovely. I have thoughts about one of the story lines – I think the film could still have concluded with the same empowering message had it never happened. I also felt it was a cheap shot, designed purely to manipulate the heartstrings (yes it worked). Apart from that, the performances were top notch as expected (Joanna Lumley’s grey bob should have been credited at the end, it’s sublime) and it did exactly what I expected it to. Not a bad way to spend the best part of two hours on a Monday night.
Also, Timothy Spall: I would definitely date him.