The most middle-class film ever made?

The main character is a plain, gawky, inarticulate but 'oh-so-charming' upper-middle-class twit, raised by his adorably 'F bomb' and middle finger throwing family in a huge idyllic mansion, who casually makes sexist and homophobic comments, but is nevertheless adored by all women, particularly Americans.

There are no black or ethnic minority characters, save for a bit-part legal boss who comes across as a bit of a jerk in his few scenes.

And the one character who comes across as remotely working or lower-middle-class, the sister's handsome but feckless boyfriend, is the closest the film has to a villain. How dare he disturb this oh-so-nice upper-middle-class, public-school and Oxbridge educated, utopia with his vile working-class values!

And everything ends in an oh-so-nice way, with no disturbing ethical or moral questions and implications raised by the fact that the 'hero' has basically lied and cheated to manipulate and win the heart of the woman he ultimately marries and raises three children with.


RIP:
David Bowie (1947-2016)
Alan Rickman (1946-2016)
Prince (Rogers Nelson) (1958-2016)