I still love Harris Dickinson, and I am clearly the ideal audience for this movie, which was aimed directly at me, but
Postcards from London does
not work. It's this weird set of references to Fassbinder and Caravaggio and Oscar Wilde. Fine, but it's made cheaply and its tone never jells, and it has no score! This is boring and awkward. Dickinson and Jonah Hauer-King deserve better.
