Moon Film Reviews - Finding Your Feet and I, Tonya

Your Cultural Correspondent (Film) thinks that when a film features the canals of London, the streets of Rome, and this song over the closing credits:



What's not to like? Well, in 'Finding your feet' two things. First, rather than being on firm ground, whenever the script played for laughs it rather tottered on its feet. Second, the satire of a certain section of English people - you know the ones, the sort who would regard camping in a car park in the south of France as giving them understanding of what life must be like for refugees - was not sharp enough. Those two things aside, 'Finding your feet' is a fantastic film. Did we mention the canals of London, the streets of Rome, and the above song over the closing credits?

Seriously, when not trying for laughs the script was top-notch and, of course, the acting was faultless throughout. Especial praise must be heaped on Miss Celie Imrie and Mr Timothy Spall. They above any others meant that Your Cultural Correspondent (Film) was not the only one to be openly weeping and ever more so as the film went on. Superb.

Your Cultural Correspondent (Film) thinks that had Miss Frances McDormond not (rightly) won the Oscar for Best Actress, it should have gone to Miss Margot Robbie for her outstanding portrayal of Tonya Harding in the outstanding 'I, Tonya'. Utterly wonderful, relentlessly and shamelessly acted to the hilt and wrong but fabulous on each and every level, 'I, Tonya' gave us surely one of our age's greatest anti-heroes in Miss Harding's mother, brought blazingly to life by Miss Allison Janney who more than deserved by Best Supporting Actress Oscar for the way she screeched across the screen.