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Terence Davies' new film, his
first for eight years, is a heartfelt and even ecstatic
study of Liverpool, the hometown of his 1950s boyhood. The
movie is brashly emotional and sentimental - sometimes
angry, more often hilarious. Nothing has given me more
pleasure this year: the sweetness of its temper, the
unfashionable seriousness of its design and its mixture of
worldliness and innocence make for something sublime. It has
something of Humphrey Jennings's Listen to Britain and
something more of Noël Coward, the Coward of This Happy
Breed or Brief Encounter. Like Coward, Davies revels in the
potency of cheap music.
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