The spirit of Tuco.


#100BM Day 59
Last time I went to Edinburgh was in 2008, six years ago.

I arrived on a day when I didn’t have any tickets to Fringe shows, so I went to the movies.

I went to the movies because the summer I spent in Edinburgh in 1999 was full of movies. I spent a lot of time, particularly in the last few weeks, going to the pictures because I was in a film class, and because the Edinburgh International Film Festival was on. I got to see the European premiere of Election (a film I had seen months earlier, but eh, Alexander Payne was there and some of the local sniggered at his pronunciation of ‘Edinburgh’), I sat in front of Liam Gallagher at one of the most poor performing films in British cinema history, and I (shamefully) fell asleep during a midnight screening of Psycho*, only to be woken up about 20 minutes later by the scream of murderous violins (not advisable). I also got to the festival’s opening night film (Ratcatcher) and party (where I recognized no celebrities**), an early foray into my destined glamorous showbiz life.

So, in 2008, I decided to visit one of my old haunts on the Lothian Road, the Edinburgh Filmhouse, which is lovely venue, previously a church and now labyrinth of cinema rooms with a café/bar. The EIFF had been moved to June a few years earlier, so there were no celebs to be spotted, but cake, beer, and a movie? Sold.

My film of choice that day was The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, because I had never seen it and it seemed the right time to rectify that. I believe it’s the first film I ever saw digitally projected (Europe was a bit ahead of North America on this). It was grand. I was the only woman there who wasn’t a) sitting with a dude and b) looking like she had come out against her will too. I had cheesecake. I had a pint of very dark ale. It was a fine evening out.

I’m going to Edinburgh again next month. I arrive on the 15th.

Coincidentally, one of the films playing that day is The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.

Methinks an accidental tradition might have begun six years ago without my realizing it.


*In my defense, it was my sixth film that day, I believe.

**One of my classmates recognized someone from ‘Only Fools and Horses’, which is not one of the olde-Britcom-perpetually-playing-somewhere-in-Canada shows, like ‘Are You Being Served?’ and ‘Yes, Minister’.

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