A low-budget Britflick in which four middle-class young men go on a sentimental road trip to Pembrokeshire: doesn’t sound like much of a movie, does it? The twist is that one of them has terminal cancer. To prick your interest further, he’s played by Benedict Cumberbatch. There is a small actorly elite whose members can read out the phone directory and make it sound like the King James Bible. Cumberbatch has lately become one of them. He’s the reason Third Star got past first base and boy does it lean heavily on the charisma of his performance.The title is a misquotation from Peter Pan – “second star to the right and straight on till morning” (although the word “star” was in fact added to the Disney animation). The difference is that unlike Pan, the gift of eternal youth has been thrust upon Cumberbatch’s character: he is already facing certain death and glugging liquid morphine when we meet him blowing out the candles on his 30th birthday cake. His three oldest chums have been enlisted to take him on a nostalgic trip to a favourite corner of the Welsh coast. A sturdy chair rigged to wheels is brought along as transport for the invalid, and off they trot armed with rucksacks, tents and a determination to go wild.
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