Glasgow Film Festival 2014

Every year in the city responsible for Robbie Coltrane, James McAvoy and of course, the deep fried mars bar, popcorn enthusiasts come together to enjoy what door to what other world the most artistic minds have to offer.

Only this year, not only were we celebrating the 10th year of the Glasgow Film Festival, but its most successful festival to date. With record breaking admissions and half the shows sold out, I’ve learnt to buy tickets early.

Although there is a warning necessary to the Glasgow Film Festival: enter with caution.

The Strange Colour of Your Body’s Tears

What a way to “open the curtains”, so to speak. The first film on my agenda required an ice pack after. “Strange” isn’t even the word. There were giggles around the theatre as the lights went up and everyone spotted their own perplexed expressions reflected in other’s faces. Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani’s psycho horror feels like a bad acid trip. Bright flashes of colour, murder and sex can only take you so far before you’ve utterly confused your audience. Apparently the murder mystery unravelled eventually. I say “apparently” because even though I stayed until the end, I have no clue who killed who or why and, like waking from a bad trip, I was just glad it was over.

Of course, this can be as much of a money maker than most, since I intend to see it again to force some sense out of it.


Witching and Bitching

I knew it was my favourite 5 minutes in.

Jesus, a toy soldier, Minnie Mouse and Spongebob Squarepants pulling of a gold store robbery: need I say more?

For those of you who don’t bother with foreign films because the subtitles ruin it, give it a try. I swear you will be reborn. What I was detailing was just the opening scene. There’s still the crazy and sexy cannibalistic witches, a not-so-sexy and embarrassingly graphic monster and the unbeatable banter.

Borrowing a cast and perhaps a few laughs from his mentor, Pedro Almodóvar, director Álex de la Iglesia is Spain’s answer to Tim Burton if he teamed up with Billy Connolly.


Wuthering Heights

The classic novel in the classic film. You couldn’t get more classic than this. Lawrence Olivier, the winding windy moors, pride in the way of love, the feeling you should be taking notes for an essay…

This is the 1939 adaption courtesy of director William Wyler shown 75years later for those who remember the premier, those who can’t wait until it’s shown on TV at Christmas, and those like myself with a newfound interest.

With the confusing nostalgia for a time you never knew that is only achievable in old films, Wuthering Heights did its job of leaving us all heartbroken.


Benny & Jolene

Twee. Very twee, but just what the doctor ordered after Wuthering Heights. Submarine actor Craig Roberts and Skins actress Charlotte Ritchie star as a musical duo trying to survive the cruel world of pop whilst denying any feelings for each other. The Welsh comedy was directed by Jamie Adams and shot for only £12,000. A large portion I can guess probably went to the This Morning studio.

It was one of the simpler options amongst the catalogue, but maybe that’s what we need once in a while.


Don’t despair if you missed it. Gems from the Glasgow Film Festival such as prison drama Starred Up starring Skins bad boy, Jack O’Connell and posh comedy The Grand Budapest Hotel with The Dark Lord himself, Ralph Fiennes, will be shown in various cinemas across Britain.

And of course there’s always next year.


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