A sly, penetrating zing and a frisson of Insta-influencer horror — of the oppression of performative perfection against a marzipan backdrop — renders Austen’s fluff and nonsense deadly serious.
Stuff I found on the Net today.
Oh, I love this. Not just the wonderfulness of this episode, but that I can unreservedly love a Doctor Who again. That feels so good.
Tales of underdog athletes getting the shameless cinematic rah-rah don’t get more wholly unsurprising than this… and yet it’s wholly winning thanks to its abundance of good cheer, generosity of spirit, and refusal to go too easy on its protagonist.
I would love to see a story set entirely within the TARDIS…
While I was watching Made in Dagenham the other day, I suddenly realized that Rupert Graves is in pretty much every good thing ever…
This is one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen, and that’s not something I say lightly.