this clearly owes a debt to such high school neo—noirs as rian johnson's brick, or more recently tayarisha poe'sms. instead, it's an entertainingly stylish, if ultimately a empty caper which starts out as a whimsical comedy, then mutates into something much darker without ever quite deciding just how funny or serious it actually wants to be. he's lying. beneath the tricksy surface, there are melancholy questions about what happens if school days really do turn out to be the best days of your life? a terrifying thought. but, like its antihero, the film seems uncertain how to handle that shift to adulthood, leaving it stranded uneasily between cynical, wisecracking comedy and something more elusively substantial. the kid detective is now playing in cinemas in scotland, wales, and northern ireland, and then in england after lockdown. sometimes to get what you want, you have to not want what you want. think about it. i'll leave you with news of something altogether more unexpected — a belgian nudist tragicomedy. no, really. set in a remote naturist campsite in the ardennes, patrick follows the titul