It was (and still is) the biggest premiere London has ever had. I can not think of a single way that it could be exceeded unless they literally announced that production of James Bond movies were ceasing and this was the last one and they were getting EVERYONE to the event.
Accordingly, it's getting the biggest premiere journal, because not to spoil anything, but somehow I managed to get photos, when two days earlier I would have sincerely doubted it...
July 8, 2011.
Leicester Square is being eviscerated by the Olympic renovations so they put this premiere into Trafalgar Square and yet they STILL snaked the three-quarter-mile red carpet into Leicester Square. It was on a Thursday early evening but the fans started camping on Monday. They then confiscated their tents so the fans slept out in the rain. The queues for red wristbands were blocks long.
And I? I work normal (if not slightly extended) working hours in my everyday job while this went on, wondering how on earth a 'civilian' could ever get a vantagepoint of anything without being unemployed or otherwise homeless. But I do seem to get lucky at these things, and I did have a plan for taking some photos. The question was ... would it work?
Here's how it went down...
And then? Something amazing happened.
So... that's a GARGANTUAN entry into "The Archive of Movie Premieres"
As for the movie and its ultimate conclusion? In spite of everything, after 6.5 movies AND despite reading the book, my money's still on the bad guy to win this. Because if history has shown us one thing, it's that if you kill one person you go to jail, ten people you go to an asylum, but once it's above a certain level you'll generally be able to smuggle a massive amount of wealth to a nonextradition country and live our your days sitting on a beach, earning twenty percent.
Until Next time?