nce upon a time, I had a column in the Mail on Sunday reviewing the films that had been released that week on DVD. It was quite fun, though I kissed a lot of frogs before finding the odd prince. (Yes, I'm aware that doesn't really work...) Anyway, here is my review of Wes Anderson's Isle of Dogs. It shouldn't take you long.
I took Evie to Isle of Dogs (the film, not the place, obv, though we did used to like to go there to Mudchute City Farm yesteryear) this afternoon.
As it is set in Japan, my review takes the form of a haiku.
Wes Anderson’s film
Is so weird; those two hours, I’ll
Never get them back.