So I started early and met with a friend for breakfast before heading to Brentford, which was a nice start into the day.
The weather was spectacularly cloudy, and later rainy. But it only set the mood, so all was well.
I am always incredibly surprised by how absolutely easy it is to navigate the London transport system. Any questions I might have had were answered by signs or announcements before I could formulate them. I mean, the tube is colour coordinated...I shouldn't have been surprised that the trains were equally easy to find and that it was literally impossible to get on the wrong train. While I was on the train it started to rain and it didn't stop for the next few hours.
From the train station I simply had to walk west, and after about a mile I saw Watermans, the theatre where Third Star would be shown.
For a while I walked around and admired the amazing house boats which were sitting on the almost empty riverbank. Low tide.
This boat...or what remains of it, lies accross from Watermans and you can see it through the large windows which face the river. Somehow it reminded me of Heart of Darkness.
When it started to rain harder (and I had arrived very early, because I wanted to make sure that I wouldn't miss the film) I went to McDonalds, which was the only open place I could find, and had tea and started sorting through my pictures on my laptop.
Since it was the first showing of the run, the usher also went to see the film after having made sure that everyone was sitting down and comfortable. I think he was really excited that he had the chance to see it as well.
Well, a review of the film deserves an extra post, but all I can say here is that everyone in the theatre laughed and cried and was really very touched by the film. Afterwards, a group of old ladies spent quite a long time chatting to the usher about the film. I went to the bathroom, and while I was washing my hands, I suddenly started crying. Actually crying, with tears dropping down on my hands. I locked myself into a stall and spend a few minutes feeling rediculous, but unable to stop. That feeling stayed with me for quite a long time, and since I was alone and didn't have anyone to a) force myself to get my act together in their presence as to not seem a complete wuss and b) to distract me from thinking a lot about it, I went all teary eyed quite a few times on my way back to the city. The rain was now very welcome. I can't even say what exactly it was that touched me so much. It wasn't just one thing either. I think it had to do a lot with personal stuff that had been going on, and I had known that it would be sad, because I had known the story...but still. It seemed more real than a movie usually does. But more about that in the review.
After the film, high tide had filled the river again, and the boat was now lying in the water.
And on my way back to the train station, in the midst of muddy grey and green, the colour of those blossoms seemed incredibly intense.
And the rain left big drops on the leaves of this plant.
And I made a new friend. It was somehow really nice to have this cat come up to me to cuddle a bit. It seemed very understanding of my sadness.
Brentford train station...waiting for the train to take me back into London.
On the tube back to Pimlico, this poster was right accross from me. I have no idea why I chose to read it, but I did and, well, what can I say ... coming from a movie, being shoved into reality. I had quite a hard time holding back the tears when I read this. I wonder what the people next to me would have thought.
Only when I was back in Belgrave Road did the sun come out for a few minutes, presenting us with a lovely coloured sky.
It was definitely an intense day, and the film was worth the journey. I had a few days left to meet with friends (some of whom had seen the film before) and, well, I clearly wasn't the only one who was so affected by it.
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