Yeah, what a great representation of the spectrum of love this film was... if your idea of "love" only applies to rich, middle class, heterosexual bumbling stereotypes of Britishness. Toss in a side-salad of nationalism and a few co-opted "minority" characters to attempt to redress the predominantly white balance, and you've got a picture of England that Michael Portillo would be proud of.
This film offended me. But what offended me the most was that all the other people in the cinema seemed to merrily buy this nonsense as being a shining example of an existence to aspire to. Hate it hate it hate it!
This film offended me. But what offended me the most was that all the other people in the cinema seemed to merrily buy this nonsense as being a shining example of an existence to aspire to. Hate it hate it hate it!