Last night some friends invited me to their rather random film society in the basement of a bar on Shoreditch High Street. Sounds like something from school, or university, and actually it was just as much fun.
You could get a drink from the bar. You sat on hard plastic old school chairs, and their were Krispy Creme donuts!
I didn’t care what we watched, just the set up had me enchanted. That and the girl running things, who probably casted for The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. You who? Weird. Slightly scary looking. And damn sexy.
But then the film?
It was something I wanted to see but didn’t want to waste on the small screen. Senna.
Wow!
The whole thing was made with original footage, starting with him coming to Europe to race in karts, then the joy of getting his first F1 race. His genius in the wet, and his first Monaco GP where he lapped all but one car (then crashed out). There was this amazing bit of on board camera film where he comes up behind another two drivers as if they were stopped, and flies past.
And of course it all ends in tragedy and controversy.
Such a waste, and such circumstances that still make the blood boil of anyone who knows the story.
Go see it.
And go to a cinema society. It was the best fun.