I saw a show on Wednesday. I'm anxiously waiting for my review to be published. In the meantime, there's this perspective.

I expected this (requested by the child) to be a pack of nonsense. I was consoled by The Guardian's film critic who went so far as to make it the film of his week. And then it turned out to be a lovely shiny romp. But the second film this year to feature an almost entirely non-white cast and for this above all, it should be celebrated. For those that really know their stuff, I gather it's spooky. I'd almost watch it again out of anthropological curiosity. And because the script was funny and sharp. And they were all very beautiful.

Manabloodylive. This.

I walked back along the high street to the tube station, my mouth twisted into a snarl.

She is so funny and so sharp and so feral and so jumbling the action all in together in a way that only makes it better and so kind and so achingly on the money insightful and so fierce and boisterous and bold and smart and she looks about bloody twelve not that young people can't have brilliant valid raw for being so recently experienced experiences and opinions too.

And blah blah yes the actors were excellent and the set was excellent and the music nailed it and the lights were tight and tidy.

But that script.

Need to do better.

Not precisely my cup of tea but it was ever so well done and the set was magnificent.