The first real bust of the festival
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If there is only one thing that survives my cynicism, I hope it is my admiration for, and belief in, the determination and ingenuity that put men on the Moon.
Comments closedWhy doesn’t anybody say “swell” any more? Somebody should start a campaign.
Comments closedGenerally, the part of me that warms to tear-jerking cinema gets thoroughly battered by the part that watches Tarantino movies, but I guess that part…
Comments closedAs frothy as the outfits Jean Harlow wears in it, Red-Headed Woman is the sort of film (well, one sort of film) they don’t make like that any more.
Comments closedOK, so, I’m knackered, I’m soaked to the skin, I’m on the last train out of Edinburgh on a Saturday night – and you know what? I feel good. Why? Because Quentin came through.
Comments closedAh, Pixar. Doesn’t that make you grin, just thinking about it?
Comments closedIt reminds me of one of the first films I saw at the festival (can’t remember the name), with the same strong b&w photography and aimless wandering around in a not-quite-relationship – although it might be more appropriate to call it a combination of Swingers and Before Sunrise in it’s content.
Comments closedMixed reactions. The films shown in this selection where all very short, which I prefer – more for your money, but unfortunately means that it’s harder to pick out highlights.
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