All Of Us Strangers

I saw All Of Us Strangers, or a sad, sad story about a sad, sad man who lives in a sad, sad city. That it would be sad came as no particular surprise. I hadn’t seen a trailer or read anything about the film, but I got the gist from the promotional stills, from the casting choices, and the title. I also figured out the ending quite early on, because I’m very, very clever, so I didn’t cry at the climactic scene, but I managed to feel stuff throughout nevertheless. I felt sad, for Andrew Scott’s character, and for myself. Yes, I sat in my reclined cinema seat drinking my Tango mixed Ice Blast and felt extremely, glamorously sorry for myself, as is my wont.