Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Zombie Wicker Women - (FrightFest 2011 Part 4 in 3D)
Monday, 10 October 2011
A Quantum (Leap) of Solace - (FrightFest 2011 Part 3)
Twitter ye not - it's @rossy! |
Now Jonathan must be here to watch the world premiere of ‘The Glass Man’ starring the very wonderful Andy Nyman. Andy is already giving interviews for the press in the foyer but I am distracted by a flurry of activity out of the corner of my eye. This flurry consists of none other than Scott (‘Quantum Leap’, ‘Lord of Illusions’, and ‘Enterprise’) Bakula. It’s too hustley and bustley to begin to manoeuvre my way over to him, in fact it would have taken (wait for it) a quantum leap to get to him (stop you hysterical fool my sides are just splitting I hear you cry!). So let’s instead jump-cut to the end of ‘The Glass Man’. Amid much applause the wonderful Andy Nyman, sorry the very wonderful Andy Nyman, takes to the stage in front of the vast Empire screen and proceeds in his humble and unassuming way to undertake a Q and A with the audience. Being a great admirer of Mr Nyman naturally I am keen to hear what he has to say about his remarkable performance. But then again Scott Bakula’s in the audience so like a bat out of hell I shoot out of my seat and charge toward the foyer (Fickle – me? I really have no idea what you mean...).
Scott Bakula (oh ye of little faith) |
Monday, 5 September 2011
Yes Prime Minister - I'm off to Frightfest! (FrightFest 2011 Part 2).
Joe Lynch - sober(ish) |
Adam Green, the director of such chuckle some cinematic capers as: ‘Hatchet’ and its startlingly original titled sequel: ‘Hatchet 2’ is presented with a DVD cover from ‘Hatchet’ for scribblation for which he very kindly inscribes: ‘Victor Crowley lives’ and convivially acquiesces to a photographic commemoration with yours truly of this momentous occasion. Huzzah! Two autos in the bag before the Fest has even started!
Mr Adam Green - jolly chap. |
To be continued...
Monday, 29 August 2011
Emma Peel and the case of the fake moustache (FrightFest 2011 Part 1)
From its modest beginnings back in 2000 this festival has grown in both size and reputation and is now the biggest event of its kind in the UK. From the relatively humble beginnings at the Prince Charles Cinema off Leicester Square, to the Odeon West End on the square where it in turn progressed from the 500 seater screen to its 800 seat bigger brother downstairs and then ultimately in 2009 moving into the prestigious Empire Leicester Square. It cannot be underestimated what a delicious delight it is for both the eyes and ears to be able to watch horror films on such a magnificent expanse of screen (25 ft high and 60ft wide) in pin-sharp definition with booming sound. How so dear reader? Well my friend, in comparison, back in the grim and dark 80’s we were sat at home on our sofas screwing up our eyes (literally) trying to discern what (allegedly) diabolical moral challenging shenanigans were being portrayed through the wobbly tracking, snowy grain, garbled squelchy sound and squashed pan and scanned images from our fifth-generation dodgy VHS copies of the so-called ‘video nasties’. Of course nowadays the internet can provide the dedicated horror aficionado with downloads of practically anything – legal or otherwise (or so I’m led to believe dear reader), but nothing compares with the collective experience of sharing FrightFest’s delightfully dreadful cinematic pleasures with an auditorium crammed full of fellow fear fan boys and girls, together with a generous sprinkling of actors, directors, producers and technicians thrown in for good measure. Unless, that is, they constantly nip to the toilets during the film, instigating unwelcome impromptu Mexican waves from their unfortunate row sharing neighbours...
However, I will accept your apology, a misunderstanding and we shall speak no more of it. Now where was I? Ah yes, I was in Boots to print out a couple of images of Ms. Rigg for her to hopefully sign; one with her in disguise as a policeman looking resplendent in full British bobby uniform and sporting a nice bushy fake moustache, and the other as a chef looking equally resplendent in a Persil white disguise with chef’s hat and another fake moustache as previously referred to. Oh ha ha, that’s really very amusing, but in answer to your absolutely hilarious japing, I most certainly do not have a ‘thing’ for actresses wearing fake moustaches. It just so happens that these images were taken from one of my all-time favourite films: ‘Theatre of Blood’, in which Ms. Rigg plays the daughter of demented Shakespearian thespian Edward Lionheart, played by the legendary Vincent Price. Her role requires her to adopt several disguises in order to aid her father’s gruesome revenge on the theatre critics who foolishly (and fatally) fail to award him the Critic’s Circle award.
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Time for Tubby bye bye's...
Thursday, 7 July 2011
Pasta รก la Noddy
*Bloggerees - I hereby claim copyright of this term (for what it's worth - which is probably nada).
**Sadly, the entire block on Victoria Street has since been completely demolished to make way for a monolithic Minecraft-like slab of office concrete. (Progress...?)
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Tristan Fry is not my dad.
The man on the far right is NOT my father. |
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Ming the Merciless
Welcome dear reader to my first posting on my blog of eternal stench (an alternative title I’d seriously considered at one time). In fact, I found choosing a title for my blog far harder than composing these inane disconnected ramblings of gibberish and nonsense you see swimming before your tired straining eyes. Allow me if you will to share with you some of the alternative titles I’d originally considered for my blog - it might give you a flavour of what you could be letting yourself in for should you choose to subscribe to future postings – or, on the other hand (and far more likely) it will convince you beyond all reasonable doubt to click ‘exit’ and instead continuing browsing for pictures of cats that look like Hitler.
Ok that’s enough: you get the picture I’m hoping? There were of course countless other variations using words such as: ‘fearful’, ‘fright’, ‘monsters’, ‘maniacs’ and quite frankly more over-used examples of alliteration than you could shake a short slightly severed silver stick at. But I finally settled on ‘Fleapits and Picture Palaces’ in order to convey my fondness and unabashed nostalgia for the many cinemas that I’ve had the pleasure and privilege of frequenting from an early (and clearly formative) age, and the (alliteration alert!) memorable moments of mayhem and magic I’ve witnessed within them.
So come with me dear reader if you will on a journey –
not into the ‘Twilight Zone’ (at least not yet anyway), but back in time to the
very early 70’s (that’s the 1970’s smarty pants and I’ll make the
jokes ok?) where, with the help of the Ghost of Christmas Past, we can see a
small boy standing on the concourse of Victoria railway station by platform 19
with his father...
The boy is slightly podgy, with a big
round face, a kindly disposition, but a rather unfortunate hair cut
architecturally inspired by a pudding bowl. The gentleman by his side has curly
hair threatening to turn grey beyond the high English forehead, a sharpish
nose, an equally kindly disposition and a very well spoken tone as he requests
for one adult and one child to be admitted to the cinema below.
Until next time then dear reader, the
house lights have come up, so please exit the auditorium and I'll see you here
sometime soon for the next instalment.