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The filmmakers are so wrapped up in the importance of the social issues, that they forget to come up with anything to say about them.

The lack of any real ‘pop’ to the proceedings is rooted in the fact that the whole film is played as a flashback.

The satire feels a bit like shooting fish in a barrel, with Strutt so monstrous he's an easy target.

Friday Night Lights never wavers in its commitment to that perfect, quintessentially American moment.

As cool as a multi-coloured popsicle.

There's crude exposition in almost every early line, read as if in a high school play rehearsal.

Fennell explores the lasting effects of traumatic events with care, never making light of the situation even amid moments of comedy.

It may be an odd choice for a biopic but it is certainly a brave one

Nostalgia, soured by memory