A very interesting documentary about the Alfred Talkies, the last cinema in India to use 35mm film and have a team who hand paint billboards every week. The picturehouse is like a time capsule. If the projectionist goes off for a fag, the reel runs out and everybody in the audience shouts for the next…
Just out of The Autopsy of Jane Doe (alternatively titled Never Look A Gift Corpse In The Mouth). Hmmm . . . meh. A creepy story is jarringly paired with a jump-scare score – and you know my opinions on those. Brian Cox is great but both the threat and its resolution are too vague…
My favourite part was when a dog with the body of a segmented beetle back and the arse of a bellend sang in French. If this morning’s anything to go by, this year’s film festival is going to be . . . strange.