An aging Jewish baker and a small time pot-dealer combine THC and tradition in this charming comedy from writers Yehudah Jez Freedman and Jonathan Benson
Through existential self-pity, I resurrected my inflamed tonsils with Dickensian grandeur – and I imagined – or, I should say, tried to imagine – how happy I'd have been to be born (and, soon enough, died) a Briton.