A β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… review of My Octopus Teacher (2020)

Please put this on your watchlist. We owe it to all octopusses. The Guardian:  β€˜If My Octopus Teacher is a love story, as described, it is less Portrait of a Lady on Fire, and more Garden State – which is to say, conspicuously sexless, as is good and right. The clue is in the title: kooky girl breathes new life into a broken man, teaching him how to feel, changing his whole outlook on the world. She’s not a sex object, she’s a saviour: a Manic Pixie Dream Mollusc.’