Scottish angst with a naked Ewan, Italian loss of innocence and duelling Danish directors...
( Day Eight )Have finally hit the usual wall in festival going, though later than in past years. (My partner had to nag me unmercifully to get me up in time to hit our first screening at noon.) Fortunately, I saw some really amazing films today, and that kept me in a more or less conscious condition. V. glad I don't have the midnight tonight, though.