This film was entertaining as a dramatized documentary of life in a coal-mining town in 1984 England during their strikes.  As a story about a boy's entry into the ballet dance world, it was pretty silly. Supposedly, the protagonist is chosen for the Royal Academy because of his 'moves'.  What I saw on the screen was spastic motion.  The fantasy broke down completely when his ballet teacher didn't even point out basics, e.g. the importance of standing up straight in order to do a pirouette.  He was an inadequate student and she was an inadequate teacher.  How they get from there to a successful audition is a leap of faith.  It did look like he could tap dance a little, but tap and ballet are two very different worlds. If you are interested in dance, don't see this film.

The venue was more interesting to me. I saw this film in Healdsburg on the big screen at the Raven Theater. This is one of the few left over huge theaters like those I remember attending as a kid.  I had never been in this one before.  They had

curtains over the screen and a huge stage, but no organ for intermissions like the good old days.