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A story about a bus journey. Just fantastic film making, and an outstandingly magnificent performance by Timothy Spall. Nothing happens. Just this journey interspersed with flashbacks as to why he is making it. You may need tissues handy.

It's a cheesy, melodramatic and tepid tale of a man who gets on the bus a lot. It's supposedly a journey, but we never get to see how it's progressing. It's a tribute to old ideals but the characters aren't likeable enough to carry the message. The focus is on the old man at the expense of the scenery, which is a shame. I'm an old man myself and would like to have enjoyed this, but to be honest, I was a bit bored. It also felt like a bit of a lecture as all the minorities were just lovely and all the white folks were racists and drug addicts.

Was hoping to see a little indie road movie with great characters full of charm and pathos. Instead it was an exceedingly badly acted film, yes including Spall, sorry, he was the reason we watched the film in the first place, but he is bad in it, can't think why he said yes to the project. What was worst than the poor acting was all the virtue signaling and wokism. Nothing about this film was in slightest bit real in any department. So tendinous and disappointing, was expecting more from the director of The Small Faces, which was so good and original. Completely forgettable.