“Equally impressive was local boy Alex Robinson’s film London. His world is grey but never dull, while the camerawork is a dizzying blur of swoops and fades. Narrated by William Blake’s poem of the same title, a suited businessman takes a lonely tube ride to oblivion, while demons swarm around him. Ominous and disturbing, it gets under the skin of alienated city life. Robinson spoke before the screening about how much he loves London, but you wouldn’t know it from watching.”
