I haven't mentioned it yet but I've seen this film twice now and it's pretty clearly one of the best films I have ever seen. In one line, Stand By Me for grown-ups, in Wales. It's brilliant, hilarious, bitter, angst, wistful, lonely and simultaneously soul-destroying and wonderfully uplifting.
That's extremely purple prose. But it's TRUE. I can't explain without spoiling it and my brain is a little collapsey. I will write a proper review when I can.
But I want to put down for posterity, there was a Q&A in which I asked TWO WHOLE QUESTIONS (one of which morelindo
LJ'd for posterity), that afterwards I went and rambled at Kelly Broad about what the film had meant to me and she was sweet and lovely, and since I loitered so other people could use my pen for signing I ended up talking to/rambling at Vaughan Sivell about what the film meant to me - which is something I haven't really talked about yet, and won't for a while, but there's a reason beyond my usual themes of life and death and especially death that this film is amazing for me - and will be with me for the rest of my life.
Anyhow, halfway through I started crying. Like a boss. And he gave me the world's best hug and told me that he was glad, once I'd stopped sniffling into his shoulder.
Then I had to run away before I embarrassed myself even more. But oh god, writers are just the best, truly awesome, and this one is one of the best of the best.
Seriously, I'll write a proper review tomorrow. Right now I'm still on flail flail flail squee squee squee. Sometimes the fangirl gene must out, after all.