Endearing and lush, if slight. I kind of wish it had something more to say other than 'wow Martin Parr is great'. Which is true, sure, but like, there's a more compelling story somewhere in there - the section on classism felt particularly underbaked which is such a shame. But hey, beautiful photos.
Bonus points for all the shots of Martin wandering around with his stroller and it accidentally rolling away, I giggled every time.
Minus points, in the extreme, for David fucking Walliams.
the delivery of "so, how did it go?" / "it went okay" got full belly laughs from the theatre which i enjoyed.
slightly lacking at the emotional core but delightfully weird, tense, and surprisingly funny. truly proves that you can give lynch a dutch angle, a dream sequence, and a musical number and he'll be away. laura dern is fantastic !
the final reveal of the king being stephen fry made me absolutely cackle
everything from the script to the pacing to the acting to the score to uma thurman's overly dramatic hair flips was so incredibly mediocre. but it was gay, so
