I CAN’t wait to have kids and take them to the cinema. there was this like 3 year old girl who legitimately thought she was popping the 3d bubbles in the film. Like she kept jumping out of her seat and smacking the air and it was just like HELLLO SOMEONE GIVE ME A BABY. i mean please first some one give me a high paying job in the arts with decent to almost absurdly good holiday time and an expense account, and let me do that for 5-7 years, amass some wealth, get married, find a couple of lesbians who want to queer co-parent in a fabulous brown stone in nyc. AND THEN i’m going to be so broody my beds going to be a nest.
Oh meant to post this one ages ago. whoops.
presently i am enjoying the sounds of a massive accident out side my house, and everyone is screaming… ah london
I recently had the pleasure of interviewing A SWORD EATING FIRE BREATHING WIP CRACKIN lady.
she was entirely amazing.
I LOVED the BFI’s Gay and Lesbian Film Festival, which finished ages ago. Only I forgot to post the link to my review.
But here it is!
OH Hitchock, you in no way showed the mastery of your namesake.
Plus we never even go to see you at leytonstone tube station, with all the fabulous murals.
Some films delight in exacting a pound of flesh from the eyes of their viewers. Song For Marion, is totally one of these films. The link to the review is below.