I'm a just a girl in the world, 17 in a couple of months. Do you see what I did there with the title?

''Now the music divides
Us into tribes
You choose your side
I'll choose my side''
- Arcade Fire, 'Suburban War'

Does it have to?

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 So I watched the ‘Boat That Rocked’ again the other day (known across the pond by its yankee-doodle alter-ego, ‘Pirate Radio’ In terms of movies, it’s the sort of sloppy, soppy, nostalgia-for-what-I-never-had lads comedy that makes me want to yell ”ROCK AND ROLLLL” in a park while wearing a pretty sweater vest while Joey Gordon Levitt (I call him Joey; we’re kind of tight) attempts to cover my mouth. However we do have to be serious here: it’s a Richard Curtis movie. This, kids, means it is marinated in a grossly overstated Britishness - Britishness in the form of inhumane-amounts-of-tea swigging, foppishly fringe-flopping, boyishly ”bugger!” uttering Hugh Grant-ness - that once caused my American causing to say ”pip pip cheerio” to me with no irony In terms of visuals, I couldn’t wholly concentrate on the (one too many) sun-drenched, Kinks-soundtracked mashed potato montages while faced with the array of gorgeous vintage mens cardigans on display. Joanna Johnston, costume designer, needs to be praised for that, fo sho, but she needs to be bloody exalted for Chris O’Dowd’s beauteous patchwork suede wedding outfit. Morning suits be damned - that wonderful coast gave me morning glory Just saying
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