Since when does a freak show become a celebration of diversity and body positivity?

Since when does truth not matter, only feeling good?

I wonder if this film is purveying a 1984-style rewriting of history, or propagating postmodern philosophy where truth is deconstructed, becoming little more than a matter of personal preference.

It seems as though the message is that even if what you do is fake, even fraudulent, if it makes people smile, then that's what matters. This is the case both for the Barnham character within the film, and the way in which the film is made, with its very loose interpretation of historical information.

We need to be careful what we imbibe and what out young people are absorbed in; it can shape the way we think.

Nice singing though.