When a massive, historic shipyard in a tight-knit English seafaring town faces sudden closure, a group of resilient steelworkers occupies the facility to build one final, monumental vessel of their own design before their livelihood disappears forever.

If Foreman Sting had thought to dispense some words of inspiration a little sooner—so potent that the shipbuilders complete and launch a ship overnight—perhaps the evil government woman (who sings a literal ode to the beauty of capitalism, in case you were worried this was gonna be too subtle) wouldn’t have had to take her business elsewhere in the first place and I wouldn’t have had to listen to three hours of funeral dirges. Like my boss when I procrastinate, she may have had some valid points