I won’t be posting about HHG here even though I saw it this evening, simply because I will be writing about it and Dr. Who for the TLS tomorrow and need to think about my piece then. In the meantime, paratti saw it with me and will probably have lots to say. Briefly, I enjoyed it without being over the moon about it; it is another good version of the material without being significantly better than any of the others or especially inferior to them.

What did piss me off quite royally was the way that the security people confiscated several hundred mobile phones and kept us waiting in a potentially dangerously over-crowded foyer while they returned them. Way to make friends and influence people and I plan to speak to the Health and Safety people if it ever happens to me again. On the other hand, I had a useful moment of schmoozing that would never have happened otherwise.

John Brosnan died, apparently. He wasn’t a friend, little more than an acquaintance, but just one of the other professional writers about sf and sf film who have been around the scene as long as I have. He was a respected colleague who did good work and will be missed for reasons that are not just a matter of reminding us of our own mortality. I hope people will say the same about me.

The cool thing today was that I turned up at a press conference that had been cancelled, and I hadn’t heard because I hadn’t RSVPed, which serves me right. As a result, I was on a particular bus and overheard a woman telling some tourists about an art installation they should go to. Because I had a chunk of free time, I did just that.

‘Kuba’ is on one of the top floors of the now deserted New Oxford St sorting office, which is a cool place to wander around in its own right. On one floor, they’ve put in a cafe; further up there is a vast room with twentyfive or so television sets, each of them playing a repeating loop of a different interview with someone from Kuba, which is a reasonably notorious Istanbul slum. I watched one with a young student who had used ‘Notting Hill’ to understand his own breakup with someone from a different class, and another with a horrid young thug. I wish I had had more time to spare there, because it was fascinating – I will try and go back.

The interviews were glimpses of lives – what made them work, though, was the space and I suspect anything that let one wander around that space would have been given cool by the sheer fact. But hey! sometimes one shouldn’t analyze too closely.

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9 Responses to

  1. debg says:

    ROZ! You got your computer back, just in time for me to be home for one day before climbing into the bowels of yet another plane. I owe you eighteen phone calls; when the schedule releases my throat (Thursday next week), I’m going to begin driving you bonkers with phone calls. My turn! Mine!
    I almost never willingly near go near a theatre these days; between the MS and the allergies, it’s a form of hell unimagined by Dante. But I have every intention of sedating myself with painkillers and antihistamines to see HHG. I hope it’s worth it – the casting looks yummy.

  2. debg says:

    ROZ! You got your computer back, just in time for me to be home for one day before climbing into the bowels of yet another plane. I owe you eighteen phone calls; when the schedule releases my throat (Thursday next week), I’m going to begin driving you bonkers with phone calls. My turn! Mine!

    I almost never willingly near go near a theatre these days; between the MS and the allergies, it’s a form of hell unimagined by Dante. But I have every intention of sedating myself with painkillers and antihistamines to see HHG. I hope it’s worth it – the casting looks yummy.

  3. ter369 says:

    Umm … HHG? Would you unfold the acronym, as I’m not free-associating to anything. Thanks, Roz.
    The ban on phones with cameras has been occurring here (where I go to movie screenings) over the past year. But the card we receive for admission tells us not to bring them in.
    I can no longer carry my laptop into local museums unless I get a pass to work in the archives.

  4. ter369 says:

    Umm … HHG? Would you unfold the acronym, as I’m not free-associating to anything. Thanks, Roz.

    The ban on phones with cameras has been occurring here (where I go to movie screenings) over the past year. But the card we receive for admission tells us not to bring them in.

    I can no longer carry my laptop into local museums unless I get a pass to work in the archives.

  5. burntcopper says:

    Was this at BAFTA? They did the same at Serenity. I’m just glad we arrived there later than most so me and Taz never had to enter the room of overcrowdedness before the film.

  6. burntcopper says:

    Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy; also known as HHGG, HGG, HG2G, etc.

  7. the_gardener says:

    the now deserted New Oxford St sorting office
    — which at one time would have become an annexe for the display of the British Museum’s reserve collections, until the government decided to withhold the promised grant and squander it on the Millennium Dome instead. The philistines.

  8. the_gardener says:

    the now deserted New Oxford St sorting office

    — which at one time would have become an annexe for the display of the British Museum’s reserve collections, until the government decided to withhold the promised grant and squander it on the Millennium Dome instead. The philistines.

  9. andypop says:

    Ah, I keep wondering what the ‘Kuba’ thing is, every time I go past on the bus. I did wonder if it was an art exhibit. Something about the facade reminded me of the almost-never-open Feliks Topolski show at Waterloo.

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