A few curtains, some plastic chairs and a popcorn popper later, and Trudy's Soap Opera House was open for business. They run old movies and foreign films in the back, so folks can come in, do their laundry, and catch a flick while they wait. Business was slow for a while, but, after a bit it caught on, and cinemites come from miles around to see movies they otherwise would only get to read about. So the other night, I gathered up my dirty skivvies and headed over to get some fresh laundry and catch The Full Monty . The story of The Full Monty is brilliantly simple.
Times are tough in the little town of Sheffield.
Gaz is in danger of losing shared custody of his son, and he needs some greenbacks in a bad way. He recruits some buddies form the unemployment line, and they set out to flashdance the night away. It'd have been easy to make this thing into a speeding farce, but, thankfully, director Peter Cattaneo and writer Simon Beaufoy picked another road to travel. Monty is a comedy with a lot of heart and no fear of showing it. They're not stud muffins by any stretch of the imagination, so they have to swallow a lot of pride if they're going to carry out this scheme.