The critics are wrong: Moonlight is boring and pointless

Either all the critics are wrong, or I’m wrong. According to the lot of them, and every right-thinking pundit, Moonlight, the film about a black youth discovering his sexuality, is one of those transformative films which leaves every other movie nowhere. In a just world, as Deborah Ross of this parish put it, ‘it’s Moonlight that deserves every award going’ at the Oscars rather than stupid La La Land. I don’t have any sort of axe to grind on the latter but what I can tell you is that I saw Moonlight last night, and if I hadn’t been nicely brought up and unwilling to upset anyone, I’d have been off like a shot half an hour before it finished on the basis that this was 30 minutes from an evanescent life that I’ll never have back. I’d like to think that this is just a gender thing, that men can get the point of a film that goes absolutely nowhere about alienated youth, whereas women want a bit of a story.