Roughly 43 minutes into this semi-charming, fully pedestrian tale about a cynic humanised by a penguin, I said to myself: “Why the fuck is this a movie?”
And then I went to sleep until I heard the sound of departing footsteps.
I’m sure it was worthwhile for those in the audience who resisted the temptation to nap.
What trivial pish.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 