mari.’s review published on Letterboxd:
i'm not sure if i've seen this before, even after watching it now - typical case of did i already watch this or have i just seen enough tumblr gif sets of it - but either way, it was insanely different from what i assumed it would be.
there was a sentence spoken about halfway in that accentuates what i think the movie does well and what i believe a lot of people including me must've heard from their relatives too already: it's when someone from omar's family accuses him of not even being able to understand his "own" language, emphasizing how he has to navigate his way not only through homophobia, xenophobia and the constraints of capitalism, but also between the two worlds he is trapped in, and how class and race differences and the way they are dealt with are an issue even within his family.
both omar and johnny are pressured to fit into groups they do not feel they belong in - omar finds himself within the expectations his family puts onto him, whereas johnny struggles with being part of a right wing group. in that regard, they couldn't be more different, but the restraints they are both under in thatcherist society ultimately unite them, which the movie shows in a way funnier and more carefree manner than my review makes it seem. this could've easily been a hot mess, and it sure is flawed, but it's held together quite beautifully by the solace omar and johnny find in their relationship.