I thought it was absolutely fantastic, and could not find a single flaw: the casting was faultless, the music was spot-on, and the way in which the story was depicted was heart-warmingly brilliant.
My main worry was that this film could have easily been created as a quirky, faux imitation of Wes Anderson and the like, however that could not be further from the oh-so-wonderful truth. Ayoade could have very easily went down the grittily-shot, bleakly-visualized and pleasantly executed path, but instead he has produced a visually stimulating, and surprisingly glossy British gem of a film, permeated by a cast excellently made up of both British stables (in the form of the brilliantly bleak Sally Hawkins and a Pat Sharpified Paddy Considine) and uplifting newcomers (Craig Roberts And Yasmin Page, below).
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I do hope that Richard Ayoade has a long a successful career in film as this is a tremendously wonderful example of how we Brits really are great at this movie-making malarky.
J.C