Further Ghosts of Croydon

or how All of Us Strangers has made me feel I have developed a narcissistic personality disorder.

I almost never identify with characters in films. At the moment I can only recall doing so with Phil Connors in Groundhog Day. There’s always something about hanging back, not feeling part of the whole trick of it. That is one of the tremors in Andrew’s Haigh’s film All of Us Strangers, how a whole generation of gay people (I would say queer people, but…