I expected to be moved, but Frank and April were so self-absorbed that it was hard to imagine they'd ever been in love with one another. I saw no tragedy in the demise of their relationship, just a dull inevitability. Watching them wring the drama out of it felt like another indulgence of their egos.
When Howard Givings turned the volume down on his hearing aid, that was love. When the Jaffa Cake asked his sister to swap seats with him so that he could hold my hand, that was embarrassing.
But, you know, nice.
When Howard Givings turned the volume down on his hearing aid, that was love. When the Jaffa Cake asked his sister to swap seats with him so that he could hold my hand, that was embarrassing.
But, you know, nice.
