Friday, October 24, 2003
The thing about London Film Festival is, that it is so darn friendly. The atmosphere is lovely, people are really up for it and dress up for the occasion. There is no competition as such, although awards are given out for outstanding achievements. The best shows are obviously in the evenings, where there usually is a Q&A with directors, actors, and whoever else decide show up.
One of the highlights was good, old Danish actor Henning Moritzen, who crawled on stage aided by a walking stick to thunderous applause by the delighted Festen-audience.
Then there was Roger Avery leading a riotous crowd, who just loved Rules of Attraction.
And of course Ed Harris and Amy Madigan, who were both incredibly graceous and interesting.
It quite difficult to get tickets to the most high-profile films at the festival, so this year I've not even bothered trying. (Although Lost in Translation looks ever so cool).
Instead I've opted for the lesser-known films, which means that tonight I'm going to see Life Kills Me, of which I know nothing else than what has been written in the program. The trick, I guess, I to try to watch films that are good, but unlikely to go on general release. I'd like to see Sylvia (although the reviews have been less than kind), but I'm pretty sure that will be possible soon anyway.
Next week it's Off The Map, mainly because I'm terribly fond of Campbell Scott, and whatever else the Festival newsletters throw my way.
I'm ever so excited.
One of the highlights was good, old Danish actor Henning Moritzen, who crawled on stage aided by a walking stick to thunderous applause by the delighted Festen-audience.
Then there was Roger Avery leading a riotous crowd, who just loved Rules of Attraction.
And of course Ed Harris and Amy Madigan, who were both incredibly graceous and interesting.
It quite difficult to get tickets to the most high-profile films at the festival, so this year I've not even bothered trying. (Although Lost in Translation looks ever so cool).
Instead I've opted for the lesser-known films, which means that tonight I'm going to see Life Kills Me, of which I know nothing else than what has been written in the program. The trick, I guess, I to try to watch films that are good, but unlikely to go on general release. I'd like to see Sylvia (although the reviews have been less than kind), but I'm pretty sure that will be possible soon anyway.
Next week it's Off The Map, mainly because I'm terribly fond of Campbell Scott, and whatever else the Festival newsletters throw my way.
I'm ever so excited.
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