Tucked away on a genteel corner of North London last night on an Everyman couch, a woman in the audience starting shouting obscenities at the screen.
Did she feel out of the loop? Was she a constituent of Tom Hollander’s Northampton. Or did she feel the need to climb the mountain of conflict. Either way, she was engaged in the film as you will certainly be.
Maybe she needs to spend some time in the UN meditation room.
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