I went to see The Last King of Scotland tonight. It’s very good (fine performances all round, a convincing portrayal of the weirdness at the centre of a dictatorship) but it doesn’t exactly send you out with a spring in your step and a cheerful optimism about the human condition. I guess the world isn’t ready yet for a sparkling romp set in the court of Idi Amin.
I feel I ought to have something more thoughtful to say about it but I don’t just at the moment. Maybe tomorrow.