If Pride had been dreamt up by a screenwriter, no studio in their right mind would’ve backed it—miners and queer activists teaming up in Thatcher’s Britain? Come off it. But because it’s rooted in truth, it’s got real bite. I found it a solidly good romp with a banging jukebox soundtrack and just enough political heft to give it weight—Section 28, police harassment, the AIDS crisis all get a look-in. It’s full of heart, even if the casting lets it down; for a film so full of Welsh characters, there’s far too many English (and Irish) actors with wobbly accents.