Review of Postcards from London (2018) by Rex Reed for Observer — 09 Nov 2018
Aside from bad filmmaking, I don’t know what any of this means. I do know Harris Dickinson is the chief attraction as well as the only reason to suffer through a revolting score of punk rock songs and an interminable series of fuzzy, flashing camera angles advertising neon signs for sex clubs and gay bath houses.
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This review of Postcards from London (2018) was written by Rex Reed and published by Observer on 09 Nov 2018.
Postcards from London has generally received mixed reviews.
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