This tale is rich with the peculiar smell of crocheted hanger covers and the cloy of biscuit tins with crumbs and some rust in the seams. It’s about embracing ageing without the constraints of vanity, and it is about letting go and laughing from the very bottom of your belly.
IF YOU ARE tired of all the spiteful whims, silly platitudes and bald one-upmanships that our social-media-inflamed world has become heir to, Fisherman’s Friends directed by Chris Foggin is a tonic with which to start the year. Featuring the inimitable David Hayman and the completely seductive landscape of […]
DON’T BE PUT off by the title of the new Diane Keaton film, Poms, and the bubble gum shallow American yarn it implies. Yes, all that glittery bubble gum stuff is there, enfolded in the story’s mix, but that’s probably not the main reason why you will love […]
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