STEVE ANDREW enjoys an account of the many communities that flourished independently of and in resistance to the empires of old
 
			The Duke (12A)
Directed by Roger Michell 
IT IS just over 60 years since an ordinary working-class Englishman stuck it to the man by stealing a masterpiece from London’s National Gallery — the first and only theft in its 197-year-history — in his campaign for free TV licences for the elderly.
Sixty-one year old wannabe playwright and social activist from Newcastle Kempton Bunton’s (Jim Broadbent) staunch beliefs in community, interconnectedness and the fact that we are all responsible for each other — “I’m not me without you,” he advocates — has become even more poignant during the Covid pandemic.
Based on a remarkable true story with a sharp and witty screenplay by Richard Bean and Clive Coleman, director Roger Michell’s (Notting Hill, Venus) final film is a rousing and uplifting Ealing comedy-styled crime caper which explores social injustice, the disparity between the classes and standing up for what is right. 
In 1961 Bunton stole Francisco de Goya’s The Duke of Wellington, which he kept hidden for four years at the back of his wardrobe with the help of his youngest son Jackie (Fionn Whitehead), and which he held ransom to raise money for his charitable campaign.
 
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