Julliet King

I’ve never fallen asleep in a film but, either due to my lack of ability to appreciate the fine subtleties or a particularly hard week at work, the pace and cinematography of the film had me nodding off like a baby. The only time a felt roused was when I wanted to yell “don’t do it!”. This was not at the character with her frustrating and unbelievable nativity, but at the writer for creating such a half wit of a lead character. It was almost worth sitting there for the extended time just to see the divine Tilda. Almost. The rave review made me question if we were in fact part of a social experiment on the influence of outstanding reviews on a bad film or if there were, in fact, two different films shown.