Nobody plays an unlikeable person better than Geraldine McEwan. I always end up wanting to slap her hard, and I understand she's a very nice person! She did it in Jean Brodie, and she certainly does it here. An overbearing and ignorant woman with a young child is a horrible sight, and difficult at times to bear. I was aghast when it finished - had I missed something? Suggenly it stops when she is 7 years old and then skips to her showing a photo of a group to another young woman and saying "that was me". I felt as though I'd nodded off - I promise I hadn't - and missed an hour. Why so short? It was excellent, what there was of it, but very confusing. Wonderful character acting from some of Britain's best. But just imagine a child coming to buy an ice cream off you and telling you what the neighbours are doing! Priceless.
Review of Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
