I originally didn’t plan to see Peanut Butter Falcon. I was planning out some upcoming cinema trips and sure this one seemed okay, but in the same week “Monos” and “The Last Black Man In San Francisco” were having a small-scale release, this was kicked down the chain. Come Friday evening. I’m in the car home with mum, preparing for a weekend in Portsmouth and discussing this film I’d seen advertised while sat on the train which I thought she’d have liked to see. Immediately she was sold and agreed to travel to Southampton (*cough* 0-9 *cough*) for an 11:00AM Saturday morning screening. Immediately, I was worried. When you recommend a film, lest one you haven’t seen, your reputation as a recommend-er is put on the line, especially if the concept excites the other person. When we came out of the cinema, I asked mum what she thought of the film? Her reply: “Probably my favourite film I’ve ever seen. The film felt like it was made for me” and you know what: I enjoyed it to.
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