I would rather drink battery acid than sit through it again. Painful. The sort of film that makes you question your existence. Nauseating, pointless tripe. This sort of thing is usually described as a 'feel good' film, I saw it on a trans Atlantic flight and it made me want to jump out without a parachute. I am sure many would accuse me of just not entering into the spirit of the piece, after all this isn't Bergman. It is meant to be light and frothy and if we are all being honest completely unchallenging. So what is wrong with a little frivolous distraction? Well nothing in theory, but does that mean it has to be so utterly hollow? How much are we meant to care about middle class business mens mid life crisis? If you do, then this is the film for you.
Review of Shall We Dance?
