Pride (Matthew Warchus, 2014)

The fact-based story of how an unlikely alliance was formed back in 1984 between the striking miners and the burgeoning LGBT community, Pride is very much the feelgood film with a social hardship backdrop that The Full Monty was, albeit that the lightness is forced to take a back seat more often in the face of heavier real-world issues: unemployment, prejudice and, eventually, AIDS too.
You can of course criticise the makers' unequivocal political stance against the Thatcher government, but it's indisputable that what brought such disparate sides together was having such a clearly-defined common enemy. And while the closure of the mines can be economically justified, the manner in which it was done was barbarous and the film accordingly loses its jovial composure in flashes of ire for brief spells at this.
But plucky stoicism and good humour are never that far away, and a cast of steady hands such as Bill Nighy, Paddy Considine and Imelda Staunton ensures that it remains anchored to a bedrock of decency. It's hardly a work of great depth for all that, but it does do justice to the events of a very different era not so long ago, and without hectoring either.

6/10