Watched this again last night (via BBC iPlayer) in the middle floor at Springhill, and enjoyed it every bit as much as all the other times. Just a lovely, clever, film - not too cloyingly sweet, but really feel-good.
This time round I noticed that although Joey "Lips" Fagan is one of the main characters, you can barely hear his trumpet on any of the performances. Just saying...
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