So, now I have 4 more tickets, and no longer need to feel guilty about Anita Loos. This brings the number to 27, which doesn’t count the number of films I’ll see in the animated shorts screenings.
Hey, it is my holiday.
So, now I have 4 more tickets, and no longer need to feel guilty about Anita Loos. This brings the number to 27, which doesn’t count the number of films I’ll see in the animated shorts screenings.
Hey, it is my holiday.
First cappuccino of the festival, and yes, it is overpriced, but at least it’s not gratuitously overpriced. I just felt I ought to use the Filmhouse Cafe for this occasion at least, and it turns out they have both wi-fi and plug points, although they’re not exactly shouting about it, so maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned it…
Another resolution: I shall not despair at my inability to see any famous people, anywhere, ever…
I shall not feel guilty that, as an aspiring screenwriter, I am not going to (a) any of the many screenwriting appropriate events, or (b) any of the Anita Loos retrospective screenings. (See also the film festival’s theme)
I don’t feel guilty that I find the obviously industry attendees punchable, it’s just ironic, in context.
East, then, on clattering stock. A few resolutions for this year’s Festival:
I will not give flyer distributors the least impression that I’m interested in their wares – nor will I scowl at them as if they are evil (I’ve been practicing my contrite ‘Sorry’ on the charity muggers of Buchanan Street).
I will not scowl, either, at overly loud English people talking crap. I will rise above it, so I will. (This particular resolution may not last long)
I shall not be suckered into paying over the odds for coffee and other refreshments – but will not become paranoid about the same.
I shall not succumb to the tyranny of the popcornless film festival attendee (but see previous resolution).
I shall seek out brave new worlds of free wi-fi, and actually keep this website updated in something approaching real time.
I shall not become jealous when it turns out I’ve missed the one true break-out hit of the festival (even if it turns out it was really obvious).
Likewise, I shall not become bitter when the Surprise Movie is, once again, underwhelming (particularly if it’s just something I wouldn’t choose to watch). However, if it turns out to be both crap and on release one week later…
I shall take the time to see the Warhol show. And visit the calming fish.