And the film even has the perfect
bittersweet conclusion,
which it then, unfortunately, ignores in favor of a completely unbelievable and illogical happy
ending that feels as it had been mandated by studio test - screenings where the audience was unhappy with the original outcome.
I wept, and sobbed, and sniffled, and wailed through the
bittersweet adventures of two immigrants - a bear from Peru in London, and an improvised sushi chef from Syria in Helsinki in Paddington 2 (truly a work of comedic wonder,
which also made me cry tears of joy) and The Other Side of Hope; the dredged up pain of Folsom Prison inmates in The Work; the anger of racial injustice and prejudice exposed through James Baldwin's words in I Am Not Your Negro - and the blow of that Kendrick Lamar song that comes with the
end credits; the disconnection of fathers and daughters in the corporate capitalist world who discover they can still duet by the piano in Toni Erdmann; the pangs of the teenage heart with the real girls of All this Panic.