An apple falls and starts to rot, then the wasps begin to gather.

I watched this movie twice. First time i was alone in an American theatre, missing home, and the opening shot of the Shard instantly comforted me. The rest of the films inherently English world drew me in like a familiar hug. Maybe that made me enjoy it more, maybe it made me less critical and more at peace, so that when the film ended I left smiling…