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London Film Festival 2017: Day Thirteen

And with that, we’re done again.  Back home.  Another October fortnight spent gallivanting around the nation’s capital playing dress-up as a respected member of the Film Press in the books, with the articles and memories to prove that this wasn’t all a Wizard of Oz/Dallas Season 9-type scenario.  Honestly, I’m somewhat glad to be back home, although give it a few days and I’ll want to be as far away from here as possible again.  That old cliché of sequels never being as good as the original has turned out to have enacted itself upon my London Film Festival experiences.

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London Film Festival: Day Eight

Well, I was going to do another one of my lengthy, indulgent, personal anecdotes about my time at the festival so far to kick off today’s piece, since I’m under embargo for one of the films I saw today until its premiere finishes tomorrow night.  However, I did not get back into my lodge until 9:30pm and, despite having been able to get the free time required to write up my thoughts on the first of the films in today’s coverage beforehand, I have only just finished writing the content people actually care about at 11:10pm.  I need to be awake at 7:00am if I am to make it into Central London for one of the two The Killing of a Sacred Deer screenings that are on at 9:00am tomorrow morning (the second is for the inevitable overfill that will come from the first one), and I don’t fancy being shut out of that.  So, a lengthy intro about trying to overcome my anxiety by talking to strangers at the Festival will have to be booted to another day.  Sorry.  In my defence, the film I stayed out for tonight was outstanding, but we’ll get to that later on.

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