Welcome to another episode of the Failed Critics Podcast as hosts Steve Norman and Owen Hughes are joined by Callum Petch, fresh from this year’s London Film Festival.
We kick off the podcast with a chat about the ins and outs of the Festival itself as Callum explains what it’s like being one of them proper critics that they have in London. He also rounds up five of the best (including Guillermo del Toro’s The Shape of Water, Irish Afghanistan animation The Breadwinner and NOT hip-comedy The Party) and a few of the rest.
Of course, you can read back on all of Callum’s diary entries from the BFI London Film Festival 2017 right here.
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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.
Continue reading London Film Festival 2017: Day Thirteen
Since arriving in London on Tuesday, I have had my one of the lenses in my glasses banged slightly out of place at a Wolf Alice gig, had my throat feel like it was doused in acid thanks to being sent with some accidentally well-past-use toothpaste, gained a painful yet hard-to-find ulcer on the inside of my lips, been incapable of getting an uninterrupted night’s sleep for whatever reason, and (as of yesterday) stricken down with a cold that I have no doubt inadvertently infected many other fine members of the Press Corp with by now.
Yet, I strive on to bring you coverage, because I care like that. All joking aside, I’m not telling you this to try and garner “woe is me” pity sympathy, but rather because it inadvertently puts me in the right mood to watch a new Michael Haneke movie. For Michael Haneke, as anyone who has made even the most cursory glance at his filmography will be able to tell you, makes bummers. Often confrontational bummers about really horrible self-absorbed people, but always with something to say, even if it requires a fair bit of work on the part of the viewer to figure that out.
Continue reading London Film Festival 2017: Day Five