Title:The Full Monty Released: August 1997 Starring: Robert Carlyle, Mark Addy, Tom Wilkinson, Steve Huisan, Paul Barber, Hugo Speer. Synopsis: A group of unenployed men decide to form a striptease act in order to earn a bit of cash.
If anyone was to ask me if anything makes me proud to be British, before I say the NHS, the Royal Family or the Beatles, I’ll say The Full Monty.
The Full Monty is a real British film about real Britain. This isn’t set in some shiny part of London where everybody talks like Hugh Grant. This is set in working class Yorkshire - Sheffield to be precise - about a group of unemployed men who decide to form a striptease act in order to earn a bit of cash.
Break out the killer shades & white pant-suits, because we’re about to take a trip back to the tubular times of the 1980’s! We’ve got just enough room in the Delorean to bring 1D with us, so let’s see just how they compare to the amazing icons of yesteryear.
Louis Tomlinson as: Cheeky, In-Your-Face Ska Punker, à la Madness
Our first stop in time is in 1982, where Louis Tomlinson is running around London in a skinny checkered tie and dress trousers with party boys Madness.
I'll never understand people who don't like pop music on principle.
Okay, the musicians who are actually terrible people or whatever, fine, that’s understandable. *cough*Chris Brown*cough*
But, like, I grew up never listening to the Beatles because my mom didn’t like them. Everything is fine now, because of course I found them on my own eventually, but when I asked her why she didn’t like them, she said”because they were too popular.”
I missed out on THE BEATLES for FOURTEEN YEARS because they were too enjoyable to too many people.
Which might make you think my mom is like some kind of hipster and I grew up listening to cool obscure music, but it was actually a lot of Spin Doctors and Aerosmith.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I stepped into that stadium. My heart was simultaneously skipping beats and jumping into my throat as I held my ticket out to be scanned. I thought to myself, “This must be exactly how that rookie in ‘Rookie of the Year’ felt when he stepped up to the mound.”
Only I’m not a teenage actor in a classic cinema masterpiece. I’m 27, and I was at a One Direction concert.
It’s Sunday evening, later than she should be up, and she’s laying in her bed reading the book she got for Christmas.
Staying up too late isn’t unusual, but reading something not on her computer screen is a little odd. She’s trying to get better at being a music snob, though, so she put Killing Bono on her Amazon wishlist and her parents came through.
"Wow," She thinks, "This is surprisingly religious."
I’m a Believer - The Monkees, 1966 (X) I’ll Be There - Jackson 5, 1970 (X) Love Me For A Reason - The Osmonds, 1974 (X) Bye Bye Baby - Bay City Rollers, 1975 (X) Candy Girl - New Edition, 1983 (X) Club Tropicana - Wham!, 1983 (X) You Got It…