I wrote a nice long entry here about what I've been doing this past week and then, naturally, it all somehow got deleted. So now I am starting from scratch. I can't guarantee how long this entry will or won't be. It will be easiest to document my week on a day by day basis. Forward we go.
Last Saturday, this happened:
It was the start (for me, anyway) of the BFI London Film Festival. I, in my infinite wisdom (haha), bought tickets about a month ago. So I have tickets to nine different movies. I saw move movies in this past week than I have in probably two years. It was awesome.
First up, The Double (yes, it's based on the Dostoevsky story). It was made by this man:

Richard Ayoade
And stars these two:

Mia Wasikowska

Jesse Eisenberg
If you don't know who these three people are, I highly recommend looking up their work because they are all wildly talented and wonderful.
Anyway, I got to the film early and didn't have my ticket. Much to my surprise, it was a red carpet event with onlookers, paparazzi, security, the whole thing. Being my ever confusing but hopefully somewhat pleasant self, I spoke with the security guys who were guarding the red carpet so no one without permission would be allowed on, and asked where to pick up my tickets at. They were every bit as confused as me, so after I showed them that I did indeed have a purchase confirmation they directed me to the theatre box office. Which I could only get to by walking the red carpet. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I walked a red carpet. Paparazzi took my picture. Fans yelled a bit but then stopped when they figured out that I'm not famous. It was a moment of fleeting glamour. Upon securing my tickets, I waited inside with members of the staff and media. I ate ice cream (because the cinema had a Ben and Jerry's inside of it. Awesome) and perched by the door and watched the celebrities roll in.
The celebrities being Jesse, Richard, and Michael Fucking Caine.

Yep. Him.
The movie itself was quite good. It reminded me a lot of Fight Club, but with Jesse playing both characters.
Sunday I spent the morning at a one pound sale at my favourite thrift store, East End Thrift Store. I got a coat, some sweaters, and a shirt for fourteen pounds total. It was worth it.
I spent the afternoon kicking myself for forgetting I had tickets to see a film called Ilo Ilo that day.
That night I saw the film that I liked the best of everything I saw last week: As I Lay Dying. It's James Franco's new film based on Faulkner's book and frankly, I loved it. It has stuck with me for a week now, which isn't something I can say about many films. There were some interesting editing choices that I loved. Plus I found it interesting (and admirable, frankly) that Franco chose to use full frontal male nudity in a scene that didn't need it at all, but then used no female nudity even though there are multiple sex scenes. I don't know that many filmmakers would make that choice, so props to him--it was kind of refreshing, honestly.
Throughout the week I saw more films. Vic and Flo Saw a Bear was Monday. I's a French Canadian film and while it's wonderful, it's also devastating. Tuesday I didn't see anything (damn classes getting in the way) but I did have a performance in my Edward II class (which is all about Christopher Marlowe's 16th century play). Lots of food was thrown about in the room, which I think upset my teacher as RADA has a very strict NO FOOD IN THE ROOMS policy. I think that he then took it out on the other group who performed, so to them I apologize.
Wednesday a friend and I went to see Night Moves (yet another Jesse Eisenberg film). It's about environmental extremists who blow up a dam, but then end up accidentally killing a guy. It's a great film, but wow is it unsettling.
Thursday I saw Don Jon which is a comedy and thankfully broke the trend of me only seeing depressing films where everyone dies and/or gets horribly mangled. I recommend it--it's a cute film.
Friday I didn't see anything. I had three hours of class and then nothing. It was a much needed day of rest.
I'm going to save Saturday for last, so I will just say that today (Sunday) I saw Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me, which is a documentary about the Broadway goddess herself and was every bit as good as you would expect (that woman is 87 years old and a total firecracker. I hope I'm as sassy and no nonsense as she is someday).
AND THEN THERE WAS SATURDAY.
The morning started normally. I had a nice long rehearsal for my Edward II(I think those are going to become a regular thing, unfortunately) then a few hours off before I attended the UK premiere of this:

If you don't know that I went to this premiere I'm going to assume that you don't follow me on Facebook or
Twitter or
Instagram.
In which case, I'm not sure how you got the link to this blog, but welcome pilgrim.
And if you do follow me on those sites, I apologize for spamming you about this so much. Bear with me here for another round of it. Or don't. That's okay too.
ANYWAY, this film stars some of my favourite actors of the day:
Mia Wasikowska (whose photo I already showed you, so scroll up if you forgot what she looks like),

The ever fabulous Tilda Swinton

John Hurt, who along with being an incredible actor (AND PLAYING THE UNDEAD VERSION OF THE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE IN THIS FILM) is also a graduate of my current institution. Which is fucking awesome.
And of course, another graduate of my current institution and also someone on whom I have a MASSIVE crush...

Tom Hiddleston.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I got to walk the red carpet at an event which Tom Hiddleston was attending.
If you don't know who he is, I'm assuming you are not a human being under the age of 30. Or maybe you live under a rock. Or maybe you just don't care about pop culture. Regardless, he's wonderful and you should look him up. Not only did I get to see Tom, but I walked the red carpet at the same time he was walking it. By the way, hearing his fangirls scream (because there were a ton of them there) is kind of terrifying.
I then got to spend the next three hours in a dark room with him watching a movie about vampires (and not the shitty Twilight kind). And there were people giving away free chocolate. Ignoring the 400 other people in there, it was almost like a dream. Of course, if it had been a dream Tom would have professed his undying love for me before presenting me with a Tony Award and then whisking me off on an around the world trip in a private jet, but still-baby steps.