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London Film Festival Diary, Part 7: HORSE MONEY, LI’L QUINQUIN, MOMMY
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London Film Festival Diary, Part 7: HORSE MONEY, LI’L QUINQUIN, MOMMY

In my previous post I touched briefly on the unique capacity of art to aid us in a greater understanding of ourselves, our home planet and its many cultures and histories. Film especially has the property of displaying certain events transpiring in a certain place, in real-time, and can take us from extreme opposing climes … Continue reading

London Film Festival Diary, Part 5: NATIONAL GALLERY, THE SALVATION, LEVIATHAN
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London Film Festival Diary, Part 5: NATIONAL GALLERY, THE SALVATION, LEVIATHAN

Several days deep into the festival and I became devastated to belatedly discover a glaring absence in my schedule: Bruno Dumont’s 200-minute crime-comedy Li’l Quinquin, very possibly my most anticipated of the entire filmy lot. The sudden realisation dawned on me as I downed a coffee preceding the AM’s screening of the three-hour National Gallery; I was … Continue reading

London Film Festival Diary, Part 4: PASOLINI, LA SAPIENZA, GOODBYE TO LANGUAGE 3D, IT FOLLOWS
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London Film Festival Diary, Part 4: PASOLINI, LA SAPIENZA, GOODBYE TO LANGUAGE 3D, IT FOLLOWS

On Monday I was at long last liberated from Leicester Square due to three of my four scheduled films screening across the Thames at BFI Southbank. Shit dates in franchise restaurants aren’t my bag, so after checking that the skate park was still there – yet to be demolished by money-minded machine men plotting another Pizza Express – I pressed on past … Continue reading

London Film Festival Diary, Part 3: BUTTER ON THE LATCH, HARD TO BE A GOD, WHITE GOD
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London Film Festival Diary, Part 3: BUTTER ON THE LATCH, HARD TO BE A GOD, WHITE GOD

When marking out one’s festival schedule, one can easily make the mistake of jamming together so many films in safe temporal proximity while simultaneously ignoring their physical distance, an oversight that can only result in countless tube journeys and, as a consequence, a rather sizeable oyster card bill. Stop, think, space it out whenever and … Continue reading

London Film Festival Diary, Part 2: TOKYO TRIBE, BLACK COAL THIN ICE
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London Film Festival Diary, Part 2: TOKYO TRIBE, BLACK COAL THIN ICE

The plot thickens. As if to grace my festival diary with some semblance of continuity, the movie gods had me clamber up the stairs of Shoreditch’s Rich Mix Cinema, waddle along the walkway leading to the main screen and come to a flabbergasted standstill alongside a display of T-shirts each sketched with quotes from the … Continue reading

London Film Festival Diary, Part 1: LISTEN UP PHILIP, MR TURNER
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London Film Festival Diary, Part 1: LISTEN UP PHILIP, MR TURNER

“I see you’ve got your Jean-Luc Godard bag, too,” said one young man to another, observing an accessory over the shoulder, a beige satchel adorned with a quotation of Godard, the exact wording of which now escapes my recollection. The young man’s phrasing bemused me; it not only suggested that his acquaintance’s bag was one … Continue reading