In a decade when Ken Loach portrayed the economic liquidation of the industrial north to a diminishing arthouse audience, this filled multiplexes doing exactly the same. And it draws on the film that most inspired him- Bicycle Thieves (1948). This is about the humiliation of a parent who cannot provide for his child.
Except... there is a commercial hook, loosely based on a true story. Some laid-off Sheffield steelworkers develop an act inspired by the Chippendales (rather than Italian neorealism). There's a decent ensemble of minor UK actors, led by Robert Carlyle. Lesley Sharp pumps up the emotional intensity in a support role.
It reflects on many issues related to unemployment. The politics is understated, but the consequences are examined in detail, including rather a lot of editorialising. At key moments, this is quietly overwhelming. Although it doesn't confront the possibility that it was time for changes in gender roles anyway...
The plot is on a level with Last of the Summer Wine; some blokes with time on their hands- away from female supervision- get up to idiotic hi-jinks. Yet it is gratifying that during the long recession, not all UK cinema was heritage drama. Millions paid to see a comedy about male strippers, but experienced something more personal.