October 13th, 2019.
It’s been a long 12 days of London Film Festival. By my count I’ve done 18 events, and I’m not going to lie, what with lack of sleep and rain and work and crowds and pens and wristbands and everything else…. I’m glad it’s over. But before I finally start thinking about getting a good night’s sleep… once more unto the breach, I say.
Here’s how it went down:
So, that was that. 12 days in a row (13 in a row if you count BFI Luminous, 14 in a row if you include the premiere of Judy)… and I’m tired. It’s over, and I’m glad. This fortnight was tough, and I apologise to people I might have snapped at or sniped at…. except for those who deserved it, and for those for whom there might be fallout (including of course me).
Whatever. For now… it’s time to do something I basically never thought I’d get to write “Pacino! De Niro! Scorcese!” next to a movie in The Archive of Premieres.
Until next time!