Oh, Eileen, my dear external memory bank! I didn't even remember seeing it in a theater (although I knew I had seen it SOMEWHERE). All I really remembered was Yorkshire lads larking about against a somewhat dismal background of industrial decay. I had forgotten how much fun it was, and how heartwarming. Seeing it again with my new appreciation for Robert Carlyle, I can see how much of that is due to his inimitable presence. He just dances through that movie, even when he is pretending not to know how to dance.

If you want to watch it again on Amazon you will have to pay a few dollars for the privilege, but probably less than we paid to see it the first time back in 1997.