A film so far up its own arse that it uses the uvula as a disco ball. I have no idea as how this even got funded, what is there to like? The laughable Great Expectations reference, seriously, has the writer ever read the novel? The critics will tell you how the characters are crafted and cooly delivered to the screen etc, twaddle, there is no middle to the film and you couldn't give a toss about the two lead characters.
The usual boohoo, nothing new, arty film where everyone concerned pats their own backs.
Review of Good Posture
