COLUMNISTS It is back: an event so rich, so teeming, so packed with action, passion and reflection that you are caught between wanting to attend each of the 300-plus feature films and shorts and wanting to give up in despair and go into hibernation. The annual arrival of the London Film Festival always makes me remember the advice of an uncle to whom I once, as a child, communicated my horror of art galleries. So many paintings (I wailed)! So much walking and stopping and staring! He said, “Just go and look at one picture.”
Brilliant. From that you can graduate to two, three, four. It is cold turkey in reverse, dosing upwards instead of downwards. Just so with the London Film Festival. If you feel there are too many movies, just mark your cards – initially at least – with those you are actively keen to see.
