One of the greatest opening sequences I’ve seen in years. The cinema I was in applauded as the titles hit. Rest of the film couldn’t match that but it is still a mesmerisingly good tale of friendship that feels so fresh and exciting.

Detracting slightly from the suffocating intensity and religious fervour so expertly created by Russell, Jarman and the incredibly committed cast is the uncanny resemblance between hirsute lothario Oliver Reed and Matt Berry.

Two stars for Alan Cumming’s line, “Tarantulas. I am entirely composed of tarantulas”, and half a star for the audacity of filming Los Angeles in Dublin.

An astonishing film. Inventive, beautiful, funny and moving. Somehow both nostalgic and futuristic. At only 82 minutes, it barely even exists in the present.