I received this video from Signature Hits (thanks!) of the Legacy premiere at the Tribeca Film Festival – it seems so long ago now. You can’t tell from the video how cold it was that night, or how crazy it was when our stars arrived. I’m just to the left of the red carpet off camera, handing out guest tickets and checking out exits and entrances to the cinema!
We now have a behind-the-scenes “making of” featurette for Legacy, which includes interviews with Idris, and with some of the creative team who I have been lucky enough to be working with. We’re two weeks away from Tribeca now and there’s so much to do!
I’m going to New York in three weeks for the Tribeca Film Festival: internally, this is exactly what I’ll look like. Only blonde. (Photo is of Natalie Wood – wasn’t she beautiful?)
Legacy has been selected for the TriBeCa film festival, and will show in the Discovery section. This is such a huge achievement for the filmmakers (producers Black Camel and writer/director Thomas Ikimi) as well as executive producer and star, Idris Elba. So…. we’re all off to New York in a few weeks, can’t wait!
Further to my post on Legacy, Sean McCann at GlasgowPodcART recorded an interview with the film’s writer/director Thomas Ikimi and producer Kieran Parker. Of all of the media coverage for the film, this probably best sums up the personalities behind it, and their determination to do something different.
My latest project is working with the producers, Black Camel Pictures,
on the publicity for their new film Legacy. The film premieres at the
Glasgow Film Festival, where it has been chosen as the closing gala
film on February 28.
Late on March 7, where will you be? I will be glued to the laptop and TV in turns, watching Live from the Oscar red carpet and then the ceremony itself (live streaming permitting). For more than 10 years, I have watched the ceremony live, regardless of work schedule or time zone. Something about the ultimate Hollywood pageant obsesses me; for the last five years, I have held a competition to predict the winners.
This year, I’m hoping the competition will be bigger and flashier than ever, since those savvy marketing people at the Academy have come up with an iPhone app (what a way to combine two of my favourite leisure pursuits!). So, this year I can run my traditional competition via email, as well as a second one on Twitter, which pleases me greatly.
If you want to play along, you can follow me on Twitter (@kirstieh) – but be warned, there will be fashion commentary, and it might not always be polite.
I got round to watching Superman in Cannes yesterday, in version originale (English to the uninitiated) in a truly old school cinema, with only the whirr of the projector to distract you, instead of multiphonic mobile rings, Arabs talking on the phone, kids squawking and rustling food.
The plot was an interesting one: power-hungry man decides to recreate an offshore continent to sell as prime island real estate. Reminds me of something, but can’t quite think what…
I tried to find the only English language (VO) showing of Superman Returns this weekend in Cannes. Having been stuck for ages in traffic, dodging vacant-gazed, St Tropez tanned (real and otherwise) rich people, and swerving to avoid gas-guzzling G wagons and Porsche Cayennes (sound familiar?). I failed to find the cinema. Apparently it’s too small to warrant a) a sign b) flashing neon lights or c) a car park. Will try again next week, when I’ve gathered more strength.
After what seems like forever, King Kong has arrived in Dubai cinemas. Newman and I trekked across to Grand Cineplex to see it, and were disappointed. Yes, it is the finest film to star a monkey in the last 20 years, but that doesn’t say much – remember Marky Mark Wahlberg’s shockingly bad remake of Planet of the Apes, or even the kids’ movie VIP (Very Important Primate?), and Spanking the Monkey.
The CGI was far less believable than in the director’s fantasy epic Lord of the Rings, and there were just too many dinosaurs. But, what is truly unforgiveable, is that King Kong changed size several times. When the waifly screamer Ann Darrow (Naomi Watts) was sitting in his palm, she was dwarfed. Yet when he was lying prostrate at the end, the bystanders were about the same size as his forearm. But few cinematic experiences in Dubai are able to warm the cockles of my heart – thanks to the management’s habit of turning the AC down to arctic. Even Grand Cineplex by Wafi (my preferred haunt as it used to be the warmest) has now graduated to two-pashmina status. Ibn Battuta and Mercato have one-sweater and pashmina ratings, but the worst offender is Metroplex on Sheikh Zayed Road, which demands full thermals, socks, gloves and a balaclava.
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