Sally is brilliant. From the opening frame as Poppy cycles from London, we encounter someone completely engaged in the minutiae of the world around her. Some find her sense of joy infectious, others enraging. But at no turn does Sally allow her creation to slip into the realm of idealism or delusion. Poppy is determined to make the best of every situation. Even a trip to the physio to get her spine realigned elicits howls of laughter and an unbridled need to communicate with the therapist.
So beautiful to watch, Sally inhabits this character as this character inhabits her. Someone who chooses in the colorful clothes she wears, in her insistence on acceptance, to let the sun shine even amid the gray of day. Twee as it sounds, by the end of this film, I just wished the same for Poppy as she would seem to wish for everyone: Love and happiness, and in today’s world of self-interest, that wish goes back to the gift that is Sally’s, then Poppy’s, then ultimately, the viewer’s.