On Timothée, the PCC and Darius Khondji
A somewhat random post today. I was alerted last week to a special screening of Marty Supreme followed by a Q&A with Timothée Chalamet at the Prince Charles Cinema (aka the PCC, one of central London’s few remaining old-school indie cinemas). As I’d already seen the film I wasn’t tempted to go, but I thought wow, props to Timmy for carving out time to promote a tiny cinema who really needs the support.
Of course, I also thought, fuck me, you’re brave PCC! In order to buy a ticket, one had to be a PCC member and then try their luck booking online Glasto-style at an appointed time to secure a seat. What could possibly go wrong? Visions of hundreds of teens trying to bum rush the PCC website to the Willy Wonka-esque goods had me sending thoughts and prayers to the PCC’s IT and PR teams in advance. And yes, in the event, despite shoring up its servers, the inevitable happened. At the crucial moment, the site crashed, people were beyond devastated and the PCC’s IG comment section went into meltdown. (more…)
