Sometimes when something is predictable I'm happy because I like what's predicted. That was the case with Finding Your Feet. Once I knew what the story line would be, many lines and scenes became predictable but who cared! I thoroughly enjoyed watching the film. The acting was excellent, especially by Imelda Staunton and Celia Imre. The characters they played were imminently likeable. They were different but their mutual love and respect for each other made them accept their differences. The film both looked and sounded great: full of color and rhythm. I alternately smiled and had tears. In the end I loved having a film about people my age, that I could relate to, that was both dramatic and ironic. P.S. After watching this film a second time within 24 hours, I loved and realized just how great it is, so changed the title and rating above.

I was a little hesitant about "Finding Your Feet" at first. It seemed like yet another old people movie, joining a growing list that includes "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel", "The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel", "Quartet", "Lady in the Van" etc.I'm an old bloke and I don't necessarily need movies to remind me of it - especially after watching shows like "24 Hours in Emergency".However "Finding Your Feet" crept up on me.In some ways it's a similar scenario to "A Streetcar Named Desire", but instead of Blanche moving in with Stella in New Orleans, Sandra moves in with Bif in London, this time though, there's a lot more laughter, dancing and wrinkles.After Sandra Abbott (Imelda Staunton) discovers her husband in flagrante delicto with her best friend, she heads to London to move in with her estranged, older sister Bif (Celia Imrie) in her council flat. Reluctantly, Sandra goes along with Bif to a dance class at a community centre where she meets Charlie (Timothy Spall), Jackie (Joanna Lumley) and Ted (David Hayman). Eventually a new life opens up for her.The characters in "Finding Your Feet" experience the demons stalking those who have reached this stage of life: cancer, dementia, death. Nevertheless "Finding Your Feet" is life affirming with a gentle charm - it's anything but a downer.The cast is a perfect ensemble of familiar faces. We feel we know them already from comedies, dramas, courtroom and cop shows as the story moves from beautiful country homes to council flats and community halls to canal boats and scenes shot in Italy. It has a great soundtrack that features songs and instrumentals covering the 70-odd years of the character's lives from Rock n' Roll onward - with a little Johann Strauss thrown in.The film went way past the time for my Dulcolax and warm milk before bed, but glided by so easily that I was sorry when it ended. Despite those initial reservations, it's actually one the most enjoyable movies I've seen all year.

Wonderful film. Funny and sad and totally enthralling. Being a North Londoner born and bred, all the locations were well known to me, making me love the film all the more. Could easily watch it again

Sandra, Lady Abbott (Imelda Staunton), is looking forward to life with her newly-retired police chief husband Mike (John Sessions, for no good reason doing one of his 'amusing' accents, this time Welsh) when she discovers said hubby has been having an affair for five years. Her dreams shattered, she leaves him and goes to live with her Bohemian sister Bif (Celia Imrie) on a grotty council estate in London. As she begins to adjust to her new circumstances and to face the rest of her life, Sandra gets drawn into Bif's circle of dancing class friends, including Jackie (Joanna Lumley - with grey hair!) and Charlie (Timothy Spall), who has a tragic secret of his own.This is not high art, and certainly not original: all the plotlines have been well-used in various other films, plays, television shows, books... Nor is it always well-plotted: the manner in which the dancers win their trip to Rome is pretty unbelievable. But it is the kind of low-budget, feel-good, entertaining film that the UK does rather well, with hordes of British thesps competently performing in roles that do not really stretch them (although personally I would have preferred Lumley to be given more to do). Filmsnobs will not enjoy it; those who wish to be gently entertained will. It delivers chuckles, not belly-laughs. (And - who knew - Timothy Spall is a credible romantic hero! Honestly, by the end of the film I was ready to run off with him myself...)