SpuffyWeb Sadly Over-hyped

Moustroll Good movie but grossly overrated

Dorathen Better Late Then Never

Kaydan Christian A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.

Boristhemoggy This is a beautiful film about life and class and adventure and death and arrogance and...oh and all things human really. It's a poignant film with a happy ending, so very akin to a fairy tale with the wicked husband and the prince who rescues the princess and all the forest elves who are friends. It's a very upbeat film about people taking charge of their lives and the performances are exactly what you'd expect from the stellar cast. Fabulous film.

adonis98-743-186503 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. Finding Your Feet has a quite talented cast and a few Harry Potter actors for quite of the reunion but this drama/comedy/romance film is missing the point in the end. The whole story arc with the dance was quite the dull, the perfomances were fine for the most part but nothing crazy to be about and the overall dramatic aspect of it kind of forgettable and the same goes for the romantic parts. Overall a decent attempt but not as decent as it could. (3/10)

art-miller When we are born we are allotted a finite time on this planet. Some even believe your days are literally numbered in some celestial log book. That being the case it follows that our time on this troubled planet should be used wisely. Therefore if you waste 111 minutes of your life watching this monumental cliche ridden over sentimental piece of cr*p you only have yourself to blame. The writer watched "Hundred Foot Journey" and "Best Exotic Hotel" and decided to join in. He leafs through his already well thumbed copy of the Oxford Dictionary of Pensioner cliches and decided to use all of them -- being a subscriber to the more-is-more school of thought. With a very old spade he then shovels in bucket loads of saccharine. He then wanted to balance this with tears... "hmmm..." he thought, "I must get those old codgers to leave the cinema weeping and wailing. That way they will think they have just watched a good film. They will tell all their decrepit friends and write glowing reviews on IMDB and I will be rich. No-one under 70 should see this film. No-one over 70 with one foot dangling over the abyss like me should watch it. Unless you want to see your possible future in the demented woman dribbling in a care home or the cancer diagnosis. These melodramatic over sentimental moments are painted in with broad brush strokes. No subtlety here. The big tragic reveal in Rome of a past love dying is laughable. The writer hasn't got a clue how to make a funny sensitive film. He has probably never seen a classic British film from the late fifties or early sixties. Has never studied French cinema. To be honest I reckon he has been to the Barbara Cartland school of scriptwriting. Whilst watching this turkey trot though almost two hours of wasted celluloid it is possible to predict every coming scene and worn out storyline. This film has the distinction of being one of the very few that I have watched...reluctantly in this case dragged along by a partner...where some scenes are so vomit inducingly cute I actually had to close my eyes. I did not want a memory of it imprinted forever on my grey matter. Mass pensioner dancing accompanied by ecstatic standing crowd clapping and whooping is apart from being unrealistic so cute as to be damaging to your mind and your stomach. No idea why slimmed down Spall is made to speak in a silly semi cockney accent. No idea why Joanna Lumley is even in the film unless her name on the billing brings in punters. Minimal work for her here. No idea why the action briefly shifts to Rome unless they just wanted to add a travelogue to this dog's dinner of film. Anyone who writes a 8, 9 or 10 star review of this film should be made to reveal their age and who is paying them to write reviews. When entering the cinema to see this film the following should be printed o your ticket: 'Your sick bag is located on the back of the seat in front of you'. So take plenty of tissues -- not for the "Oh, my god, princess Diana is dead...." phoney emotional tears, but to wipe your mouth after using the aforementioned bag. Don't say you haven't been warned...............................

davidgee This is the latest British tragi-comedy from the FOUR WEDDINGS school of movie-making. Sandra (Imelda Staunton), the middle-aged wife of a newly knighted police chief in leafy Surrey, discovers he's been cheating on her. She goes to live with her Bohemian sister Bif (Celia Imrie) in a council flat in North London. Bif could not be more different from Sandra: a serial demonstrator, she swims year-roun in Highgate Ponds, drinks too much and smokes pot. She also goes to a dance club for senior citizens. Her best friend Charlie (Timothy Spall) lives on a houseboat in Paddington and daily visits his wife who is in care, so far lost to Alzheimer's that she no longer knows him.Sandra was a dance champion as a child. She reluctantly accompanies her sister to the dance studio and ... You can pretty well guess the rest of the movie. It's extremely predictable and sentimentality is layered on like celebrity tanning oil, but (a big BUT) it's bursting with charm and likeable - lovable - characters. The cast of 'Britpack' stalwarts includes Joanna Lumley and David Hayman. Everybody acts - and dances - effortlessly to win our hearts. And win them they do. There's an episode where the dance group goes to Rome, and - how obvious is this? - Charlie takes Sandra to the Trevi Fountain at night. Totally beguiling!This is very much a 'companion piece to Song for Marion (2012) with grumpy Terence Stamp, ailing Vanessa Redgrave and a singing rather than dancing club for seniors. The matinee audience at my multiplex in Brighton yesterday applauded at the end of FINDING YOUR FEET. Applause was deserved. The feel-good factor dances off the screen. You will feel good!