PutuNix

I was extremely fortunate to realise at a very young age that the grinding drudgery of 'normal life' would never satisfy me. I was able to break away from the mainstream when I was only twenty-five, and I thank the small gods that I did.

Perhaps that is why this Bill Nighy 'visual poem' resonated so deeply with me; but perhaps it was just the elegance and sensitivity with which he portrayed a character who has lived his entire adult life in dull shadows.

That he manages at the last to achieve something which touches him, and, in doing so, touches the lives of others, is a poignant reminder that life is to be lived, that the world is an enormous place and joy can be found is small victories.

I found it apposite, because during and after the Covid pandemic, many people seem have reevaluated their life goals and found their existing situations untenable.

Perhaps through this easy-to-empathise-with character portrayal, some viewers will be able to shrug off their self-imposed chains and discover the joy for themselves.

I watched this movie all the way through, hoping it would 'come good'. It didn't. It was a complete waste of my time; miserable, tedious and depressing.

I was surprised that these actors thought it was a good career move to be associated with this - especially Anne Hathaway.

I really don't have anything else to say about this movie, but I have to type 600 characters.

The racist element was tired and unbelievable, the family violence was simultaneously limp and turgid, and the whole atmosphere of the film dull and lifeless.

I wish I hadn't wasted my time watching this, and rue the time I won't get back. Do not make the same mistake.