All good things must come to an end and last night the London Film Festival bid a fond farewell to its two week annual resistant in Leciester Square. As the posters outside the ODEON cinema were pulled down and the LFF Trailer was being towed away, fans made their way back to their homes. They had been gathering outside the cinema in the vain hope that George Clooney would stop and squiggle his name on a piece of paper. But that was two hours ago, now it was time for George to relax with some close friends in the VIP area at the after show party held at Floridita, a posh restaurant in Wardour Street. There, in the safe hands of his American security our favorite ER doctor of yesteryear would be kept away from annoying reporters who were pleading to the staff to be allowed inside the cornered off area with his ex girlfiend, Lisa Snowdon. For goodness sake you paparazzi scallywags, the man has had a long night, stop hassling him because try as you might nobody is going to be able to get even a stonethrow inch near him tonight.
'Disabled Awareness Company eh?' George remarks, 'Course I'll sign your book'. Luckily he washed his hands first. The security guard who had escorted George from the VIP room to the gents so Mr. Clooney could relieve himself looks pretty pissed off. Like any other movie star George urinates in a cubicle in the fear that his nether regions could be staring out the readers of HEAT magazine next Tuesday morning. We managed to corner/ stalk him where no female fan can, and whilst a reporter is busy writing a cover-up story about beating up her Eastender husband this reporter is shaking hands with one of Hollywood's biggest names at the moment. After making his mark in the infamous ABLE2 book he is whisked back through the ground floor at Floridita. Not even stopping to munch on mini burgers, omelettes, duck wrapped in tasty pasty, cheese and ham on bread, sardines on toast and other succulent assortments which were on offer on canapé trays. He didn't bother with the free champagne, or the sponsored Stella larger. No, he went straight back to seat in the VIP room and probably crossed his legs for the rest of the evening!
So another great London Film Festival has drawn to a close, the Christmas films are just around the corner and rest assured, ABLE2UK will be there and for you Hollywood stars, just be warned - you can run from us, but you can't hide!

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"Good Night, and Good Luck " takes the quintessential '50s TV drama -- Ed Murrow vs. Joe McCarthy -- and recasts it as . . . a '50s TV drama. The stylizations are terrific, though young people may not get them: black-and-white cinematography, huge close-ups, lots of smoke under theatrical lighting, ominous dialogue. It's like "Playhouse 90" of the '00s. George Clooney, who directed (as well as co-wrote), seems to be channeling Sidney Lumet or John Frankenheimer as he retells the classic story of the crusading journalist who stood up to a braying political bully."

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