The Florida Project.

This was the name used for Disney World in Florida when it was being constructed. I first went there when I was in the mid-1980s and it was fantastic. I returned about 25 years later once my two children were old enough to appreciate it. They absolutely hated it. In that time, Disney World had become cynical, overblown and grotesquely corporate. Luckily after just two days, we escaped to experience the real Florida of the Keys, the ocean and the music of the Allman Brothers. I was reminded of this last night when I went to a screening of The Florida Project, a brilliant new film which should be a strong contender at next year’s Oscars. It’s set around a run-down motel filled poverty, crime and drug abuse. But I would honestly rather stay at that motel than ever set foot in Disney World again.