It’s a faithful adaptation that nevertheless strips away everything insightful and affecting from Kazuo Ishiguro’s novel.

This potentially rich subject matter is squandered by Waititi who has a juvenile habit of undercutting any hint at profundity with a jolt of silly humour or a comic rug pull.

The book was about who we fundamentally are, now and tomorrow. The film is about the power of love and friendship. That seems like quite the downgrade.

Klara and the Sun is entirely watchable, thanks to a delightful central performance from Jenna Ortega, but it’s a hollow shadow of what it could be. A film to pass the time that ignores the hard stuff.