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Wednesday 14 August 2002
Weegeet reports back from the Edinburgh Film Festival opening
night party
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Hello Chaps!
Well, I just got back from my hols when I get a call demanding I devote
a little of my precious time and energies into entertaining you all with
a column during this year's Edinburgh Film Festival. After a great deal
of cajoling I had to think long and hard, well, half a second, before
I very kindly agreed to do it.
Party!
This year's Film Festival kicked off with Lynne Ramsay's Morvern
Callar.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to see the film as I had other pressing engagements,
but I did attend the opening night party afterwards at the Corn Exchange.
Guest of honour, and star of Morvern Callar, the sexy Samantha
Morton, didn't however. Word is, she was drunk in another bar in town
- the cheek of it! She didn't even give a half-decent photocall earlier
in the day.
Doctor in da house
So needless to say, the VIP bar was filled with C-list has-beens like
Sylvester McCoy, of Dr.Who (non-) fame.
The party itself, though was an absolute delight. We must congratulate
the organisers for putting on such a great show. The drinks were flowing,
and the punters were boogying, albeit to the strains of a DJ for whom
the word segue has probably never entered his vocabulary.
Classy or what?
I must also add that I saw the most wonderful film yesterday - Marlene
Dietrich-Her Own Song. For those of us who yearn for the glamour of
yesteryear, you can't go wrong with Dietrich - elegant, dignified and
devoted to her fans. Samantha Morton should take some tips!
Anyway, I'm off to fill my day with more movies and parties - it's a tough
call, and I'll keep you posted.
So until tomorrow, ta' ra,
Weegeet xxx
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