On paper, Sunny looks like a perfect example of the crap habitually shovelled into the summer schedules. The powers that be think we are outside doing things in the glorious sunshine, instead of searching as desperately as ever for something to entertain us. What is wrong with these people? I bet they are the same ones who serve “a hearty salad” at summer dinner parties, instead of a proper meal, as if you don’t have a body to fuel between June and August.
Sorry, where was I? Yes! The synopsis of Sunny: grief-stricken woman in near-future Japan joins forces with robot to unravel mystery of son and husband disappearing in apparently fatal plane crash. Oh God.
