Rambow’s Sons


Well done boys. From Hemel to Hollywood. Ten years after B-Movie Rambow, they are all grown up. Will Poulter is feted in fat-cigar, glam circles. Here he is, in the shiniest shoes, ready to announce prizes at this year’s Oscars… only 11 years earlier he’s sitting in a red jumper at the Rex bar, passing the boredom with Bill Milner, waiting for the crew to stop faffing. Bill is coming up on the rails to be feted next. So, morph them into one, Bill’s long face and sensitive eyes with Will’s head-butt pug: ‘ You lookin at me…?’ face, and there you have it: the next James Bond, in two. Perfect. Have fun, kick the pants out of it boys.