Just back from Big Screen Gaslight, (um yeah, did I say I was going to Big Screen Gaslight? HELL YEAH.) It was of course fabulous. I don’t know if it’s the special concentration you get in the cinema, but even though I have seen this film a lot, oh man I mean a lot, I found myself actually getting past (mostly) my Harry Lime Syndrome for the first time. I just felt terribly sorry for Bella, especially in this scene. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I was still stuffing my jumper in my mouth at the most glorious mentaller-Anton moments.
Almost as exciting was having a lovely chat with the ladies next to me about films, while trying to be sensible about Anton in public, and getting onto talking about Blimp, and there was much Roger fangirling, and it WASN’T ME DOING IT! Life-affirming, I tell you.