What Would Georgie Choose is supposed to be an unfettered explosion of cuteness and beauty, warming the audience’s collective heart with George’s dewey-eyed innocence.
Instead, on my watch, it has grown into a bulbous, highly-politicised filmic sledgehammer that rams my own philosophies down people’s throats without giving them time to chew.
(Okay, I must admit, I’m kind of chuffed with myself. Shut up.)
Observe, this week’s episode: