For those who have followed this blog over the course of the last twelve months, you may remember that the month of October marks the first anniversary of The Moviejerk‘s film-whoring, which involved filming a promo video of myself (no, not that kind of video),
begging asking for support to cover the London Film Festival for the first time ever. In the name of passion and undying love for cinema, I brushed aside whatever dignity and shame I had left and went out into the open. It goes without saying that the project was a moderate success, and I am truly indebted to those who have contributed their spare quid to fund my film critic venture.
The rest, as they say, is history. I look back and things have changed dramatically for this blog. Thanks to that single moment of risk, The Moviejerk has progressed from London to Cannes Film Festival last May with an official press badge, leaving no corner of the Croisette uncovered, reporting festival events and reviewing films as though my life solely depended on it.
Now, the London Film Festival is here again to celebrate twelve days worth of film orgy, which I’m happy to report I’m partaking in. Awarded access as a member of the press, I shall endeavour to cover the festival as much as I can, as far as my eyeballs, wits and energy can cope (I’ve already seen quite a handful!). So expect in the next twelve days floods of tweets, reviews and updates – and if I’m bothering you, just tell me to fuck off. I’ll take it kindly.
To Clare Stewart and the entire BFI brigade, you’ve all been thrown a lot of stick recently for the incompetence of your booking system (terribly so that some of your most devoted members have now vowed to withdraw support next year). I say you deserve half of the bile for being ill-prepared, but you also deserve a good deal of praise for enduring it all and for bringing London a terrific programme this year. You’ve scoured the corners of the globe to let this city experience a cineaste’s wet-dream, bringing an impressive array of films this year. And all we do is bemoan.
At the end of it all, passion wins.
Let the festival begin.