“The legacy is all.”
There was no one in Leicester Square’s Empire cinema on Monday that wasn’t completely and utterly battered. Endless fidgeting from arse ache and leg cramps were just the beginning of a day that was guaranteed to leave most worse for wear. But Andrew Brooker and his FrightFest family persevered. And, of course, would all complain about it whenever there wasn’t a film on the screen on the final stretch of the five-day festival.