I am sometimes wary/weary of putting reviews of films on this space because I already have to do so at work. And since I’d rather not repeat myself (or spoil films for people beforehand), I’d go home and rave to Di, tell her which shows she shouldn’t miss, and leave it as that.

Today, Di called me in the middle of the afternoon sounding flustered and slightly bothered. She had just seen the Disneyflick I had told her about – and while I asked if she liked it (I did!), I could hear Raph singing along like Snow White and chirping behind in the background. Di was furious – not because her boyfriend was chirping like a bird – but because she felt I had a moral duty and obligation to tell the world how good Enchanted really is.

And that I had failed to do so.

So here it goes.

World,

Enchanted is really, really good.

In fact, it’s bloody fantastic.

There.