Sometimes I watch films which require long, long entries delving into them, but when I come to it I don’t know where to begin. I went to see A Different Man with John yesterday, and I haven’t seen a more interesting film in a long time. I left the cinema thinking that I’d have to write an entire thesis about it to do it justice: it’s such an interesting film, and there’s a lot which I don’t think I understood. There’s a great deal about disability, appearance and self-perception, with the central character seeming to become two different people but also remaining one. I got the impression that any analysis of it could get very Lacanian. It is, however, the type of film which a single viewing cannot do justice, so I better leave this for now, and direct you here to Mark Kermode’s review of it.