Wah Wah

We're just back from a "special" screening of Wah Wah, "introduced" by its writer and director Richard E. Grant. There was great anticipation in the hall as screening time came then went. A few bewildered late arrivals wandered around the auditorium in a futile search for a seat. It seemed we were over-booked. A dozen or so white, plastic chairs were purloined from somewhere on which disgruntled movie buffs sat themselves down with talk of complaining and it being "not good enough". Free tickets at the end of the show may have placated them.

When we were all finally seated, Mr Grant entered to a sprinkling of applause as recognition spread with each step he descended to the front of the auditorium. Standing before us, the unmistakable thespian looked somewhat bemused. When he spoke, he put that down to jet lag.

Then he "introduced" his film with words to this effect: Hello, my name's Richard Grant. I'm the director of Wah Wah. The movie is all true. Everything happened more or less as you see it, although for the purposes of the film we've condensed 10 years into 3. So here it is, my whole life laid bare before you. I hope you enjoy it.

And with that the lights dimmed, as Richard departed, leaving us to enjoy his movie, which we did (even those on the plastic seats). I guess we might all have wished for a more substantial introduction but that's a minor grumble from a fan in the cheap seats.

Good job Mr Grant. 3.5 out of 5. Worth seeing for more than just the loving way in which it's shot but that alone would make it worth the ticket price.