Once in a while this film pops into my head and I have an internal struggle trying to remember and/or figure out if it was meant to start in medias res or if it just appeared that way due to a spectacularly bad script.
Either way, I usually end up having a good giggle to myself and I move on. You probably should too (move on, I mean - this film is a waste of time). If you're desperate for nazi zombies, just watch Død Snø.
I was over the moon when I saw Armando Iannucci was adapting Dickens for the screen - maybe not my favourite Dickens, but a Dickens nonetheless. And Iannucci certainly didn't disappoint.
I have a bit of a different background to most when it comes to Charles Dickens. I spent a good chunk of years surrounded by his works and earned my PhD with my thesis on the weird, wonderful, and uncanny in his works. I wouldn't call this a soft…