So what's it with the English film industry's obsession with the triumph over adversity thing? First we had the burly northerner's baring all, then the Welsh lads making a mountain higher, then Billy Elliott dancing against the odds....and now the prison lads gardening against the odds. A decison has been made to feed this gooey gunk to the yanks and listen to the cash register ring...we love this crap and cannot get enough of it!
Review of Greenfingers
