Last night I was introduced to The Rooftop Film Club, to see a film which I first saw almost exactly a year ago, and of which I am close to making an annual ritual of seeing. Moonrise Kingdom, a film set largely in the great outdoors of the New England island of New Penzance, is, it turns out, best served chilled. A still, threateningly stormy summer's evening atop the Queen of Hoxton played host to multicoloured deck chairs, fairy lights and even overpriced popcorn (sweet, no thanks), as well as quaintly (brokenly) signposted beach cabin-style 'oilets'. The film in fact improved on a second watching, though left me battling with the urge to tell Ele who everyone was, what was happening (which I'm sure sure she had worked out for herself) when the good bits were coming up (how could she have known?), and to tell by my booming laughter the other eighty-odd people that, yes, I was thoroughly enjoying myself and yes, Wes Anderson is a very funny man. Only downside: no trailers. Rubbing it in: Casillero del Diablo advert dolled up as a trailer. Unforgivable.
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