So it’s the end of the world – like the actual asteroid about to crush New York City end of the world (no zombies or viral plague thank goodness) – and life hangs in the balance, with only your teddy bear and some peanut brittle to provide any form of comfort.
Who do you call at such a time? Who will be your knight in shining armour?
Why your therapist of course, especially if you’re the young female therapy patient in Heather Jack’s delightfully funny but touching short film Let’s Not Panic, which has played at numerous film festivals, who’s developed an overly idealised crush on her hunky therapist (who frankly could save me any day of the week, thank you).
Why this mot not be everyone’s first choice as a survival therapy, it does work for the young lady in question who finds herself summoning unexpected reserves of courage and common sense when the very worst happens and she has to save herself.
It’s all charmingly, hilariously ridiculous but also sweetly poignant too and worth a watch if only to work out what your priorities might be during an asteroidal apocalypse; you know like saving that bag of peanut brittle you thoughtlessly left behind in the hallway the day before.