I absolutely love this movie. Sure, I'm a huge Neil McCarthy fan, but besides the supremely well-organized Lennie, there's Sam Kydd! George Tovey! Yootha Joyce! And what about Bill Maynard offering the affronted insurance man a beer, explaining helpfully that it contains as much alcohol as two shots of whisky.
I particularly appreciate Harold's dissertation on the grave goods of Albert Steptoe, as seen by puzzled future archeologists. And both Albert's and Harold's reactions to the gang's plan for a wake. And all the ladies piling Harold's plate with goodies. And Lennie and Frieda's expert bickering. And the dog riding on top of the coffin. And Henry Woolf arriving at graveside with a nice wreath.
As an American, I've never seen the whole series (I'm more familiar with the radio version, actually). Maybe the movie is better that way!

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