A film about growing up, being grown up, parenting, teen angst, life pressures, sex, drugs, rapping, piercing, “girly” stuff, breaking generational cycles, letting go and keeping hold, the speed of life.
A brilliant (potentially contraceptive?) film to watch whilst babysitting your 18 month old godson…
And all neatly complimented/ contrasted with Don’t Mess With Miss Beckles which followed on straight after on BBC2.
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I saw that one at GB a while back.
It's a seriously disturbing film...
And it was written by a 13-year-old too. I feel a touch of triskaidekaphobia coming on...
he's only 15 months...not 18 months! that's your godson, not the person who wrote the film!
Well what's 5 months between friends?
Ooops.
Or three even.
(Forgive me it's Friday and I'm going on holiday tomorrow - obviously much neeeded!)
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