About me:
A while ago, on an impulse, a quixotic seizure, Tilda Swinton rented a ballroom in an old Victorian stone building in Nairn in the North East of Scotland, a seaside town where Chaplin used to holiday and which has a balmy microclimate and vistas across the Moray Firth to the Black Isle, Cromarty and Sutherland.
The ballroom is called Ballerina. In the 60s and 70s Pink Floyd, The Who and Cream played there. The ballroom in nearby Elgin was called The Red Shoes.
After renting the Ballerina, Tilda took Mark Cousins to see the place – they were making a wee film about being 8 1/2 and falling in love with cinema – and he loved it and so, together, they dreamt up a festival of beanbags on the floor, that would run 8 1/2 days, that would be a 6 out of ten on the grunge scale, that would serve home-made cakes and fish finger sandwiches, whose tickets would be £3/£2, and that would transform the Ballerina into something like a ghost train.
And the films?
Tilda and Mark clicked at once on what they wanted to show:
Gothic Americana
Margaret Rutherford in the morning
a touch of Sherlock
a gripping howl of rage from Senegal
a Bjork video
Norman McLaren’s dreamscapes
a cheeky wee silent Ozu
lots of Scottish mysticism
Margaret Tait
Roman Polanski
forgotten Czech surrealism
a singing day
the most adventurous films ever for kids
something glorious from Iran
We left our two Friday nights slots open for Joel Coen to select two of his faves. We are keeping the exact list under wraps at the moment, but will release enough info soon for you cinephiles to guess a lot of the titles! Three movies a day for the 8 1/2 days, from 15th – 23rd August 2008. The last movie will be Fellini’s 8 1/2.
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Who I'd like to meet:
We are telling you all this because we would LOVE it if you would join us in Nairn for our fest of swash and buckle, of misty art direction and sinister revelation, of moonage daydreaming, of surrealism, of collisions between films, of passionate love for cinema, its wonder and plenitude. We see our wee festival as a work of the Scottish romantic imagination, in the spirit of Landseer, the Archers and Michael Clark! We have tried to programme imaginatively. We hope that we are playing with the boundaries between seriousness and play, adult and child, professional and grungy, local and international.
Our wee festival in what we have renamed, for the duration, The Ballerina Ballroom Cinema of Dreams (should we have a renaming ceremony – at 4 in the morning?), will be really welcoming, friendly, especially for kids, and inclusive. We hope that legendary John Byrne will do some design for us. People will make buns. We might cycle in the mornings, or swim, or read or drink tea. If you come, even if you are dead famous, you have to pay your three quid – unless you bring a tray of fairy cakes, that is.
Nairn has quite a few b&bs and hotels – book soon! Camp in tents, or stay in Inverness if there’s nae room at the inn.
Tilda hopes that this will be an annual event, a movie retreat (or, rather, as Ian Hamilton Finlay used to say “not a retreat, an advance”). Please please come and join on in the state of cinema which, as Tilda once wrote, is “a state of mind, boundary-less, without borders or policies of exclusion.”
Love from Tilda and Mark
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