I don't know about Simon, but ever since the heady days of second-wave Britpop I've hated Crispian Mills. I'm not sure if my hatred is rational, and it most likely stems from the way that his dreadful musical combo rose sailed into my consciousness in the late 1990s like a piece of faeces encrusted flotsam surfing at the crest of a foul wave of unremitting shit.
So I was very pleased to read this no-star review of a movie that he recently made.
