Chuck Chuck Baby – Review

Chuck Chuck Baby is a tender, offbeat gem of a film that blends the grit of working-class life with the sparkling charm of a jukebox musical, delivering a heartfelt coming-of-age story about starting over—particularly from the queer, female perspective.

At its core is Helen, played with aching vulnerability and quiet strength by Louise Brealey. Her journey of self-discovery and reconnection is both specific and universal, deeply rooted in the common queer experience of having to rebuild and rediscover oneself later in life. The arrival of her old flame, Joanne (a magnetic performance by Annabel Scholey), acts as a catalyst, unlocking memories, regrets, and new hope. Their chemistry crackles—playful, intimate, and electric without ever feeling forced. Watching them together is a genuine joy.

What makes Chuck Chuck Baby stand out isn’t just its heartfelt narrative but the way it dares to contrast its bleak, industrial setting with moments of unfiltered whimsy. Set against the grey backdrop of a chicken factory, the film sprinkles in delightfully kooky musical numbers. It’s a melting pot of the weird and the utterly mundane and that tonal contradiction reflects Helen’s emotional landscape as she stumbles toward rediscovery.

The wider ensemble of factory workers forms an unlikely but deeply affecting surrogate family. Their camaraderie, bickering, and quiet acts of care become the beating heart of the film. It’s through them that Chuck Chuck Baby reveals its central message: that love, in all its forms, is what gives life colour.

Musically, this is a jukebox musical like nothing I’ve ever seen. The opening number immediately brought to mind the iconic “Wild World” scene from Skins—unpredictable, raw, and beautifully staged. But it was Helen losing herself to Neil Diamond’s “I Am… I Said” that absolutely floored me. It’s one of those rare cinematic moments that’s simultaneously hilarious and heartbreaking.

I laughed out loud. I cried. And really, what more can you ask for than that?

A Series of Unfortunate Events

In celebration of me just finishing the new Netflix version of ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ I decided my first post would be of Lemony Snicket’s book series. These books were the first real series I read. Previously I mainly read Roald Dahl and Jacqueline Wilson, but as I got to age eleven I wanted more intricate stories, and Lemony Snicket (Daniel Handler) delivered. I was always a fan of stories that felt as though the had a real conflict, like life or death situations. Therefore ‘The Witches’ was my favourite of Roald Dahls. When I found ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ I could not put it down. I remember thinking the plot was so clever, the writing style was awesome, and I loved how the author became a character in the story. I also remember thinking book eight was my favourite, so it’ll be interesting to see whether that is still the case!

Time to re-read!

Now, I must confess I did not fully re-read all these books (there’s thirteen altogether)! Starting at the beginning, the writing style is as amazing as I remember. It’s so engaging, especially for someone aged ten/eleven who is furthering their reading ability. The inclusion of more complicated words, along with a usually witty explanation makes me wonder if these books are used in schools. Because they should be! I think one clever element of the actual story is that the Baudelaire orphans begin with Count Olaf as a guardian. It would perhaps be easier, although lazier, to simply have him chase them from place to place. However, in having him be the first guardian the reader gets so well acquainted with the antagonist to the point where, and apologies for skipping ahead, the ending of the series feels quite moving! I’d forgotten about the ‘Dear Editor’ notes at the end of each book. These are very effective ways of increasing the readers want to read the next book. Always styled differently to suit the themes of the following chapter, they work so well with the overall tone of someone researching these events. I can see why book eight would have been my favourite as a twelve-year-old as it is the first book in which the Baudelaires venture out alone without Mr Poe and in hiding from the world, as they are suspected murderers. As a ‘tween’ there is nothing more appealing than freedom and out-smarting adults! As an adult reader, the stylised writing and the repetition of tropes and themes does become some-what tedious toward the end. These things are understandably needed with the target audience, however, as it allows the plot to stay directly in the readers mind and the pace to remain snappy, for the shorter attention spans. Upon reading it again, I relate much more to Klaus than Violet, who I related to upon first reading it. This is not surprising to me, Klaus’s methods for problem solving and his interest in books fit my personality far more than the hands-on approach of Violet.

This is a side note comparing the book series to the Netflix series and the 2004 film adaptation. The film, although focuses only on the first three books and changes the plot quite significantly to fit, is very entertaining. The cast is great, and Jim Carrey does an excellent job of undercutting the evilness of Olaf with comedic moments. I also love the inclusion of Jude Law as Lemony, his voice is perfect for narration and, as a Brit myself, it is much more how I imagined the character to sound. I’m not sure if this is an unpopular opinion, but I prefer the Netflix series overall. Not only because it covered the entire plot of all thirteen books, but I think it is a much more accurate representation. The cartoon-like style of the set reflects the hyperbolic language used throughout the books, while also being very visually appealing. Neil Patrick Harris’ version of Olaf is far more what I imagined from the books also. He brings the theatricality of the role more into play, of course. Furthermore, his Olaf is more pitiful than the films portrayal. A key aspect of Olaf that the books included making him a more layered and interesting antagonist.

Overall, these books are as great as I remember them to be! I would recommend them to all ages, but with a reminder that they are written for a younger reader. I think there should be more children’s fiction that is willing to be this dark, because it holds so many important messages, without spoon-feeding them. I’d say my favourite, upon re-reading, is book seven. ‘The Vile Village’ is a turning point in the series. It also introduces the Snicket family into the story, and the whole plot just becomes more intricate. I also love the whole visual of town run by idiotic adults and the images of the crows and the couplet clues from two of the triplets. This book just helps cement the series in the mystery genre. In my humble opinion, these books allow their plot to grow alongside their characters and their audience (usually), making them perfect for any young readers.

Favourite Quote: “Well-read people are less likely to be evil.” (The Slippery Slope)

Second Favourite Quote: “If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.” (The Wide Window)

(I am indecisive, sorry.)

Rewind Reviews

Hello there. I wanted to start my blog page off with a selection of reviews on books or films I enjoyed/hated/are synonymous with my teenage years. Journey back with me to a time of flip phones, dream matte mousse and Avril Lavigne. I’ll be reviewing some of the most infamous books/series/films from the noughties.

After re-watching ‘Friends’ recently, and grimacing at more than a few moments, I wondered what other beloved shows perhaps don’t hold up well today? Is ‘Mean Girls’ still funny? Is ‘Twilight’ as awful as I remember? Is ‘Harry Potter’ overrated? All questions I may answer.

So, coat your lips in thick lip gloss, feed your tamagotchi and join me as I delve back in time. Please keep your arms, legs and Uggs inside the Delorean at all times and remember, this is all just my humble opinion.