Ever watched a movie from beneath a motorway (yes, the Portobello Pop-Up), or how about on top of a towering multi-level converted warehouse (yip, the joy that is the Rooftop cinema's Peckham venue), or even next to a zoo (oh yes, in Barcelona 1989, The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle - the hyenas laughed/barked throughout) ...But I've never caught a movie in an ambulance. So Friday night - the kick-off to the WhitLit festival - was a first.
We had just two days to pull it together for the launch of the Whitlit festival after the original location fell through (literally), but somehow it worked. After I'd read from Cinema Lumière, we showed three short films from the magical Georges Méliès (including the deliciously surreal 'Trip to the Moon'), set to the beautiful piano of Helen Caddick. We then drank a lot of prosecco and danced our booties off to the brilliant Cherry Bomb and the Rockets. Thank you, Bruce, from Keams Yard for coming to the rescue.