laelito’s review published on Letterboxd:
Incredible that Mike Leigh was so skillful at combining class consciousness, wry social observation, deep character work, and excruciating cringe comedy from the very beginning.
Also wild that nearly 50 years after Nuts in May there has been almost no significant change in either the talking points or personality traits of insufferable sanctimonious liberal scolds. And I should know, because movies are mirrors, and Nuts in May was like standing inside a brightly lit psychic dressing room while a panopticon of floor length mirrors exposed every embarrassing angle and shameful defect of my nature and disposition.
Which was honestly some off-the-fucking-charts horrifying shit and the only reason why I cannot bring myself to tap that heart icon.