If you like your WW2 dramas to have extra dimension and oomph, plus a couple of recognisable characters playing outside their usual roles, then this may be a hit for you, too.
Set in a close-knit mining community and where the settler's ancestors souls still have an effect, Margaret (Helena Bonham Carter) does odd washing jobs. Having lost both her father and brother down the pit, she lives under her dragon of a mother and with her frail grandfather.
So, when the petite Margaret first encounters the giant Neil (Clive Russell), a bagpipe-playing, Gaelic speaking bit of a softie buffoon, she doesn't know what to make of him. Still having to live and cope with both family and circumstances, will love, a strange sort of love, blossom?
Margaret's Museum isn't just a 'woman's picture'. It does feature a lot of the sort of emotional and domestic drama, traditionally associated with films favoured by women, but as a middle aged bloke myself, this gentle, quirky little drama provided a nice alternative to today's CGI'd crash-bang blockbusters, whilst not being cheesy and sentimental. Bonham Carter displays an appealing and spiky character that it's impossible not to warm to. The titular Museum is mentioned at the end and is not what we might think it to be.
Some natural dialogue swearing and brief nudity earn a certificate 15 classification.
Maybe the title put punters off, so rarely seen is this film. I believe it didn't even get a UK cinema release but was a hit in Canada. For about the cost of a loaf of bread, you can get this charming but still involving drama. Quietly recommended.