Well, cheerio, old chap!
Well, I’m back from my jaunt around England, having learned such words as “tallyho,” “cheers” (for more than toasts), and “rocket” (a type of lettuce, apparently). Also, “Wimbledon” and “beware of terrorists.”
I had a great trip, what with the whirlwind that is London and the absolute non-whirlwind that is the Lakes District (see Miss Potter for reference). I even snagged an evening here:
The British Film Institute’s theater is a big, artsy complex that bears a depressing resemblance to my middle school, but shows all kinds of films, from new releases to the truly arcane. I saw a 1959 John Cassavetes movie, Shadows, but I had a whole array of old Japanese and former Cannes winners to choose from (more thoughts on Shadows to come). Not a bad way to spend an evening.
And no, I didn’t spend my whole vacation at the movie theater, I promise.
indie filmmaking, independent films, British Film Institute, John Cassavetes
July 9th, 2007 at 3:48 pm
Your pic of the film institute is way huge. Was that on purpose?