While the London Film Festival is getting under-way elsewhere in the capital, there’s a much more intimate celebration of film occurring elsewhere. Hidden away in the depths of East London is the 3 Mills film studio, which has become something of a home-from-home for stop-motion animation, and has attracted its share of big live action film-makers too, in recent years. They’re hosting a four-day event to celebrate their output.
The year is 1910, and a curse lies upon the remote village of… actually, this is silly. It isn’t 1910, because if it was DVDs wouldn’t have been invented. And if DVDs hadn’t been invented then you definitely couldn’t WIN one of THREE BLU-RAY COPIES of ATTACK OF THE WEREWOLVES, could you? Because you CAN. How brilliant is that?
If you can think of a worse idea, we don’t want to hear it, you MONSTER.
Everyone loves a time-travel movie. Everyone. It’s the ultimate dream; to be able to flit back through time and tell your younger self to stop after the sixth Jägerbomb; to flit forward in time and find out the lottery numbers; to visit the dinosaurs (ill-advised) or our inevitably dystopian future (iller-advised). Of course, it’s all fantasy, and the fact that it’s impossible causes all sorts of consternation among nerds, who try and puzzle the various internal logics of such films until the wee small hours. Time-travel movies are great; but they’re also bloody confusing.
Vogue‘s most intriguing editor-in-chief, Diana Vreeland, was the sort of person who said things like ‘never fear being vulgar; just boring’ and genuinely meant them. Exploding from the pages of vintage issues of Harper’s Bazaar onto the contemporary big screen in a cacophony of castanets and razor-sharp witticisms, one of fashion’s most inimitable superstars comes forward to take a bow in a sensitive, graceful and indeed, never boring documentary created by her granddaughter-in-law Lisa Immordino Vreeland.
Ben Kingsley to play biblical villain that makes Darth Vader look like Britney Spears.
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