"Let's go. Mummy's on the roof. Bring whisky."

If you haven’t seen Falling Angels (imdb | rotten tomatoes) (and I assume you haven’t, since it’s Canadian), you should. It’s based on a Barbara Gowdy novel that I’d never read. It was funny, but included the deep dark secrets and hidden shame that seems to be requisite in Canadian novels. Its characters were quirky (also a must-have for CanLit, apparently), but not ridiculous. It had angst, sex, black humour, LSD, twins, home renovations, 60s kitsch, sapphic undertones and bomb shelters.

What else does a growing boy (or girl) need? Get out and rent it. I say we reward Canadian filmmakers when they make a good one.

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