Our Ladies

Chock full of cliches, but no worse for that, this coming of age movie follows five friends from Fort William over 24 hours as they venture to Edinburgh for a school choir competition and back home again. A few secrets are told, a few lessons are learned and a lot of laughs are had.

Wasn't sure what to expect... choir singing, a story about girls; but Scotland is always a great setting for a film and the Scottish accent is, for me, amazing.

The girls were superb in their acting and each role was played fantastically. The story was very good, very, very good in fact and it had funny moments and sad moments.

I highly recommend this film and i've given this a well-deserved 10 for acting, script, setting, filming, funny/sad bits, realism, and the 'impact' when the film ended.

The thing that gets me about imdb is the so called movie experts who feel the need to pick every little thing wrong with a movie as opposed to just enjoying it for what it is...Entertainment and in this case I felt it delivered.

This is a fun movie with romantic 90s references. A little silly at times but I enjoyed it. Good acting, good soundtrack and a decent story set amongst stunning scenery.

Give it a watch and ignore the keyboard experts.

Probably a good 7.5 out of 10 if I could.

Started a little slowly and built as did the characters. Ok, I'm a boy, but the sex obsession seemed a little over the top, but it was fun and funny in places, but built to something more.

I am not sure what, bar friendships and coming of age, but I was left feeling thoughtful and moved. It's a worthy watch, and I would recommend it as such.

I'd love to have seen this in the hands of Lynne Ramsay, who adapted another of Alan Warner's brilliant books for cinema. I am referring to Morvern Callar. A great, sympathetic rendering of a great book.

Michael Caton-Jones, by contrast, has made a ham fist of this.

The Sopranos, the source material, by Alan Warner is a spiffing book.

Our Ladies of Perpetual Succour, the stage play/musical, based on it, is one of the National Theatre of Scotland's finest hours.

Our Ladies, also based on it, is supremely average. It's just so....whatever.

It's absolutely bang on 5/10.

Completely average. Completely unremarkable. Terribly disappointing.

The script, in part, destroys the source material, but there are some laugh out loud moments. I'll give you that. But that's because of Alan Warner.

The casting is more patchy than my lawn.

The acting more variable than a digital radio in the Highlands.

But my real ire is reserved for time continuity. Our Ladies start at their School in Fort William at, let's say 8.45, but by 11 am they have driven to Edinburgh, rehearsed a choir competition, changed and hit the pubs before they are even open. Come on Michael (Caton-Jones).

And is the book not set in Oban?

The book is supremely feminist and lambasts its male characters but the movie simply caricaturises them. Every single man in this movie is poor (apart from the wee specky love interest of Orla).

It's directed with a lack of sympathy and it's poorly cast all round. I mean one of the girls was 27 when she played the part. Come on man.

I found it tolerable, but only just. I really could not be more ambivalent about this.

Sorry.