There were three ordinary women, on what seemed like a simple mission, to find a film they liked.

One where women got something to do, and not just look pretty or be murdered.

Which, to be totally honest, has complicated matters abit.

Welcome to Flicking. Yes, it sounds a bit rude. That's the joke.

Hello and welcome to Flicking, our monthly Tutor Around, one of our favourite films.

I am joined as ever by Yosra Osmond. Yosra, hello.

Hello.

Cheery as ever. I wish I had Yosra's positivity and energy.

Not all the time.

And Hannah Dunlavy. Hello, Hannah.

Hello. It always makes me laugh when we're on the same cool together.

Because Yosra and I actually, I think if I had my window and shouted loudly enough, you were probably here.

I don't know that that would help the audio quality for the listener, no, Hannah.

Not really.

Well, why have I gone down? I'm just going to be shouting in the background in Yosra.

That's what I sounded like on this week's podcast.

Anyway, technical difficulties aside, Hannah, you gave us shit loads of homework for this episode of Flicking.

So tell us, what do we watch and why do you love it?

So this time I picked a film which is not only the last in a trilogy of films, what an asshole.

But it's also a film about a pandemic and a whore for which I can only apologise.

I don't know if either of you noticed that the last film I picked ended with the line your son will never even know your name.

And this one ends with the line son will know who was father.

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