
An independent feature, 12 years in the making, by Pieter Van Deusen in the mill towns and on the moorlands of northern England. Tom, a playwright whose wife has locked him out of the house, now lives in his garden shed. He has been trying to finish a play that is opening that very night, a play about a cowardly knight of local legend--Old Lord Netherby--whose spirit resides in Purgatory.
A man invents the internet with the help of an otherworldly force. But he soon learns that not all is what it seems. A delightful sequence of images for a delightful fictional story about what lies behind.
At least we got the original cast back, right? Not even that saves it. None of them could bring a sliver of hope to this special. Rather, they bring dread as we witness the light leaving from their eyes.
Ultimately the problem with The Bubble is that it plays everything for laughs to get around the audience’s defenses. But it comes off like a privileged white male thinking that ridiculing everyone else equally is the road to equality. And it’s not. And it's definitely not funny to pretend that it is.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single woman will be happiest if she marries a man with a good fortune, similar upbringing, matching attractiveness levels, and compatible politics.