Had a small soiree last night or rather a large soiree in my very small flat. Had to ask some guests to bring chairs, a small party of guests were marooned on the sofa. It was to welcome to South African filmmakers to Scotland. Everyone of course tore out their hair metaphroically and said 'Why Why?'
We seem to have a terrible streak of miserable Scottish films being produced in the last few years. I really miss the Bill Forsyth of the 80's. And this morning saddened to read in the Guardian that Robin Hardy's sequel to The Wicker Man looks unlikely.
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