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.
Why doesn’t anybody say “swell” any more? Somebody should start a campaign.
Generally, 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 was sated yesterday, leaving me susceptible to two heart-warming and (thankfully, subtly) tear-jerking movies that, on the surface, couldn’t be more different. Seachd: The Inaccessible Pinnacle follows the fractious relationship [...]
As 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.
OK, 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.
Ah, Pixar. Doesn’t that make you grin, just thinking about it?
It 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.
Mixed 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.
It doesn’t really tell you anything you didn’t already know about John Waters, but it’s good to know he’s doing it, and it’s always possible that someone, somewhere, will have their life changed by it.
Not a bad start to my festival, but not an entirely auspicious one either – a fair amount of pretension, topped and tailed by more entertaining stuff.