Review of Miss Potter (2006) by Simona B — 08 May 2010

I will happily pay £8 to see Ewan McGregor read a phone book... it's just that it would be nice if he were in a good film every now and again. Is that too much to ask?

Complaining about Miss Potter being way too ... ahem, pro-happiness feels a bit like the time my friend called her local council (with me in the room) to complain about noise levels due to some tone deaf local twats singing Christmas carols in a small square at the end of the street. I recall her saying something along the lines of "I'm not Grinch or anything, and I do like Christmas carols as such, it's only that their singing is atrocious, and it's loud..." I nearly pissed my pants that time; the funniest bit was imagining the reaction of the poor council employee who had to register a complaint about Christmas carols.

Well, to paraphrase my friend, I'm not Grinch or anything, and I do like (I love, actually) good natured happy films as such.... it's just that watching Miss Potter is a bit like eating 1kg of cheese, washing it down with 2 litres of undiluted raspberry syrup, and then sitting back and watching Evan McGregor read a phone book.