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Thursday, 6 October 2011

The Door: dir. by Andrew Steggall

The Soho Hotel is massively trendy, possibly more trendy than any hotel I've ever been into, ever; it also has its own private cinema, which was the scene for the first showing of Andrew Steggall's short film, The Door. Guests flocked to the two screenings. The film was produced by actress Daisy Lewis; in attendance were actress Olivia Grant, Nathan Stewart-Jarrett from Misfits, writer Ivo Stourton, director Luke Rodgers and his girlfriend painter Phoebe Dickinson, as well as hordes of others.

The film itself was beautifully shot, acted and paced. Based on a short story by H G Wells ("The Door in the Wall"), it concerned a man's obsession with a childhood event that changed his life. Charles Dance played the hero, who tells of his memories: As a  boy (played with great sensitivity by an angelic Thomas Hardiman), he saw a green door in a wall (which looked very much like Thistle Grove to me); through it he finds a strange world inhabited by angels, mad clockwork kings, and mysterious, mobled women. Is it a place of imagination, or a real other world? A sterling cast, and an atmospheric soundtrack provided enchantment and strangeness, making us question what we were seeing as they wandered through a world that might be ours, or might not.

In Steggall's reading, the other world seemed like a preparation for death, with the young boy seeing himself held in the arms of a winged man (an angel? a swan?). Everything was tinged with elegant light, with a sense of mystery and foreboding; an excellent score and sumptuous costumes added to the elegiac feel. It was a charmed experience, a window indeed into another world. And next time I go down Thistle Grove, I shall certainly look to see if the door is still there.

Thursday, 21 April 2011

The Pink Hotel Party for Anna Stothard, Which Was Not in A Pink Hotel, But Was Near Enough

Anna Stothard: Brimful of talent
To the Phoenix Club, again, the launch party venue of choice, which nestles in the ashes of Tottenham Court Road, in a cellar dotted with theatrical memorabilia, for the launch of the lovely Anna Stothard's (pictured right) new novel, The Pink Hotel, which concerns a seventeen year old girl's quest for truth in Los Angeles. Young and old alike flocked and caroused, including Peter Stothard. Patrick Hennessey, author of The Junior Officer's Reading Club, was also in attendance, as was ethereally beautiful actress Olivia Grant, and forthcoming biographer Claudia Renton.

Anna wrote a book (Isabel and Rocco) even before she went to university and is positively brimful of new writing talent. I urge you to go and seek her book out and read it. California, Californ-ia, Californiaaaaa... here we come, as someone sang in The OC (which of course I've never watched, ahem). If you can't make it to LA yourself this is more than a good enough substitute - and it's brought the weather here too. Hurrah and huzzah and hooray for Anna!