"you look like a bumblebee... HEY! that's what I'll call you! BUMBLEBEE!"
STUNNING. From the depths of agony, Sandi Tan has stood tall and pieced together a humble loveletter to young dreams and inexpressible friendships. Every Sandi needs a Jasmine – these two warmed my heart, broke it, then stitched it back up all over again.
We need more films that show the reality of male auteurism – a dangerous, wretched obsession that's less romantic than it is malignant. Our screens are rife with men like Georges, and not enough Sandi Tans. Not enough Shirkers!