I had hoped to sit in the first five rows. Instead, I am in the second to the last row of the balcony. And, despite this being The Director's Guild Theater, the seats are barely raked and four big heads block my view.
Eric (W, not V) arrives a bit after me. Unlike most BAFTA events, every seat is taken by 7:10; the movie starts at 7:30.
The girls in front of us have more audacity than I do. I hear them say to the two guys in front of them, "Hey, would you mind scooting down in your seats so we can see better?" They do. I don't have the nerve to ask them to to the same.
But once the film starts, the screen feels bigger and the heads smaller. It is an epic story told convincingly, though it's a hard film to enjoy. And it's a long 137 minutes. It is a brutal tale of one man's extraordinary resilience in the face of unimaginable conditions. Despite this being an emotional story, I feel none of it, only the horror. It is a movie to admire more than recommend.
After the movie ends, the producer, four actors, and Ms. Jolie take the stage. I know it's them from the introductions, applause, and my poorly taken photos, not because I can really see them from my seat so far away.
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| Anjelina Jolie and Jack O'Connell |
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| Anjelina Jolie, Jack O'Connell, and Miyavi |
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| Anjelina Jolie and Jack O'Connell |
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