From its description,I’d imagined this as a gritty kitchen sink social realist drama. To my surprise, it’s actually very stylized and kitschy, with almost a fairy tale sensibility—yet still addressing Thatcherite misery. It’s beautiful to look at, but the story is a little undercooked. A weird one!
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Mixed feelings about this one. I admired the episodic structure, the commitment to and orchestration of long scenes, and especially the wild demon energy that it channels at certain points (as when Becky strums the guitar and sings gibberish). Other dimensions did not work for me. It's very overwritten--the dialogue does not sound anything like natural human speech, and might have worked in a Classical Hollywood Joan Crawford-style flick, but it feels really out of tune with film's the spontaneous,…