Here’s struggling Brit singer-songwriter Jack.
Momentary drama, and his head cops a crack.
He steals those songs that send shivers.
The film never really film delivers
On the clever premise. The execution’s out of whack.
Time, loss and grief (with its profound feeling of sinking).
Watching, there were fluctuations in my thinking:
From 'I'm gonna cry. Where's my hankie?'
To 'Ugh, now this feels wanky.'
To me, a misstep: sheeted neighbour, with memory shrinking.