Grant’s review published on Letterboxd:
For the first hour and a half, I was in love with this. The harsh camera angles, the absurdity of the characters, the atmosphere of grime and filth. To quote the person I saw it with, "it's like Blackadder, but more arty farty".
However as it neared the finale it started to lose me. I don't even exactly know why. Maybe it was the less than stellar pacing. Maybe it's that the comedy started to disappear and there wasn't enough of an emotional core to carry the film in it's absence.
Needless to say I was shocked when the ending came along and hit me like that brick hit Marv in Home Alone 2. All of a sudden, the meaning hit me. It hit me hard and I can't lie I wasn't ready.