Claire O'Brien

You know, it was superb. Then it was sorta like reeeeeally good buttercream icing on a cake: you dive in and are just totally raving about how good it is and trying to get other people to stick their fingers in and taste it, but actually by the third fingerful you're realising it's actually a bit sugary and the cake underneath may as well be thrown away and you're a bit embarrassed about all your enthusiasm. Oh, it's.. Ermm.. Yeah.. Cool. I loved all the characters. Give them each a slot on a sketch show once a week and I'd watch a whole series. But tying them together in a plot seemed like a predictable and sorta shallow waste of time. Performances were excellent. Cinematography was lovely. That little fat kid nearly stole the movie. And I really enjoyed it when Mum threw a dad impression out (why didn't I ever do that when my son was being bratty?) But all things considered, a couple of hours later, I sorta couldda lived without those fingerfuls of buttercream. It added little to my life.