It's another new boundary crossed for everyfilmin2011, thanks to Sue Bourne's super documentary about the world of Irish Dance.
Yes, you might be thinking I'd be an expert after having seen Lord Of the Dance a few weeks ago.
Clearly I know next to nothing.
I sort of presumed reaching the pinnacle as a dancer would require incredible dedication.
But these levels of intensity are way above what I though would be required.
And then there are the Marie Antoinette-style wigs, the tiaras, the big blushed cheeks and the fake tanned legs - and that's just for the ten-year-olds.
Bourne's film makes no commentary about pushy parents and obsessive behaviour.
But one dance coach from Derry gives the game away when she says: "I had three sons and a daughter and I wanted her to be world champion - I didn't care if she could read or write.''
This quote was from Rosetta, an incredibly tough teacher of the Jig. One of her protegees is Brogan, who is a favourite to be world champion...she is 10.
Her arch rival is a lass from New York, whose family have travelled all over the world in pursuit of fleet-feet glory.
We follow the girlsand also a trio of late teens, a 10-year-old boy from Birmingham, a troupe of Irish dancers from Moscow, a Sri Lankan boy, adopted by Dutch parents, and a lad whose folk gave up their homes and jobs in California so he could come to be coached in England.
All leads to the world championships in Glasgow.
It's hard to know whether to marvel at or mock the families' quests for glory but Bourne really has done a cracking job of this fly-on-the-wall feature.
Never does she intrude so much that it becomes mocking but she is also careful not to do a PR job.
I really enjoyed it, despite knowing nowt about Irish dancing, and give it 8/10.
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