This Is The Last LFF Post. Promise.

Since the seemingly never-ending London Film Festival has been keeping me from new film releases with its constant stream of anticipated dramas, weird foreign films and documentaries that aren't as good as they think they are, I'm quietly happy that it has come to an end. But before I can resume to my normal programming and yammer on about Grease and stay in my pyjamas until 4pm, we have to take a look at the closing film, The Deep Blue Sea.

The morning began oddly with a massive queue inside the Vue which unlike the Croydon cinema, isn't conveniently located next to a branch of Nandos (boo! hiss! etc!) and as usual, the critics reacted with OUTRAGE when we were told that it'd be starting 10 minutes late. No-one likes to be kept waiting but these people are paid to watch films and remain horribly unappreciative and indignant when free booze isn't provided and they have to wait a few minutes for it to start. Ergh, GET OVER YOURSELF.

Back to the film, this is an adaptation of the 1952 Terence Rattigan play The Deep Blue Sea which focuses on a well-off wife of a judge who engages in an affair with a fun but semi-alcoholic RAF pilot with working class issues. It bandies between timelines with her lovely but detached husband (his mother is a delight) and begins with her unsuccessful attempt to commit suicide. Slowly her reasons for that drastic decision become clear and Rachel Weisz is believably restrained while conveying confusion, pain and all-encompassing desire with one flash of those Bambi eyes. Similarly stage actor Simon Russell Beale and Tom Hiddleston are both very good but despite all the right elements - acting, direction, costuming - I found myself slightly detached and unsympathetic to the story. It was like catching a bit of Downton Abbey when walking past the telly and barely acknowledging its existence. One thing's for sure though, some scenes are accompanied by fucking loud violins and I swear this is literally all I could think of:

It's a solid three stars but definitely could've done with a shark or two.

And that's that, it's over. Sandra Hebron is gone and we can all get on with our lives and chat about crap posters, James Bond and movies in general. Yay.