Saturday, November 06, 2004
Tried to post this stuff yesterday but couldn't...
How did I spend my evening? Why, at the UK premiere of I Heart Huckabees, of course. Breaking it down:
1) Dress code was black tie. Having won the tickets the previous evening and not been warned, Marty and I were in work clothes. For me, this means trainers.
2) We walked down the red carpet.
3) I distinctly heard a call of, “Who are you?”
4) We repeatedly moved on from hanging around the entrance near Anthony Minghella trying to mob with celebrities.
5) We were given a free ice cream on the way in.
6) Hayseeds that we are, we then asked for another free one from the next usher.
7) They gave everyone a free t-shirt and bottle of water.
8) A loud-mouthed man behind us was talking about Keith Richards like he knew him or something. This buffoon was also writing a book about the Tour de France. From a “rock and roll perspective”, apparently.
9) Some dude played the Wurlitzer. Was cool.
10) As the film closed the London Film Festival there was an award ceremony first.
11) It was a bit like a school prize giving, although it was still nice to be somewhere where a woman in a fancy frock says, “Let’s take a look at a clip”.
12) The arrival of the director and composer showed just how much the event had been crying out for some Americans. They do these things properly.
13) The film was entertaining enough. Not as clever or interesting as it thought it was, but what is? The lack of challenging work in the mainstream (or avant-garde, actually. Let’s be honest) means that if a film (or play or book or CD or a “happening”) has any ambition (normally this ambition is to look good) then it is hailed as extraordinary. This wasn’t.
14) Mark Wahlberg was excellent. Best supporting actor Oscar, I think.
15) We didn’t see any famouses. Apart from Anthony Minghella. And Derek Malcolm. He used to be the Guardian film critic. I think he writes for someone else now, possibly the Evening Standard.
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How did I spend my evening? Why, at the UK premiere of I Heart Huckabees, of course. Breaking it down:
1) Dress code was black tie. Having won the tickets the previous evening and not been warned, Marty and I were in work clothes. For me, this means trainers.
2) We walked down the red carpet.
3) I distinctly heard a call of, “Who are you?”
4) We repeatedly moved on from hanging around the entrance near Anthony Minghella trying to mob with celebrities.
5) We were given a free ice cream on the way in.
6) Hayseeds that we are, we then asked for another free one from the next usher.
7) They gave everyone a free t-shirt and bottle of water.
8) A loud-mouthed man behind us was talking about Keith Richards like he knew him or something. This buffoon was also writing a book about the Tour de France. From a “rock and roll perspective”, apparently.
9) Some dude played the Wurlitzer. Was cool.
10) As the film closed the London Film Festival there was an award ceremony first.
11) It was a bit like a school prize giving, although it was still nice to be somewhere where a woman in a fancy frock says, “Let’s take a look at a clip”.
12) The arrival of the director and composer showed just how much the event had been crying out for some Americans. They do these things properly.
13) The film was entertaining enough. Not as clever or interesting as it thought it was, but what is? The lack of challenging work in the mainstream (or avant-garde, actually. Let’s be honest) means that if a film (or play or book or CD or a “happening”) has any ambition (normally this ambition is to look good) then it is hailed as extraordinary. This wasn’t.
14) Mark Wahlberg was excellent. Best supporting actor Oscar, I think.
15) We didn’t see any famouses. Apart from Anthony Minghella. And Derek Malcolm. He used to be the Guardian film critic. I think he writes for someone else now, possibly the Evening Standard.
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