Museum of Everything

To the guy on the vespa coming out of the Museum of Everything after the film. If you were to have a child yourself, it might teach you that there is more to life than hair gel and your next soy latte.
I apologised once, twice for any noise my child might have made (he slept through most of the film) and had only asked a few questions. The film was free to the public. But you kept on going after my apologies. What did you really want? Choke on your skinny soy latte asshole. Missing debate club?
Otherwise, the Museum is very nice indeed. And an interesting film about Seraphine, the naive painter.