The Texas Railway Massacre
Just in case you'd been wondering why I haven't posted for a while - no, Lee Kern's Big Brother doc wasn't the end of me (got quite hot-headed about that, didn't I? Clearly needed a holiday). I'm in Austin, Texas, for the Fantastic Fest 2008, which is almost certainly the greatest film festival I've ever been to, in what is hands-down the most amazing cinema I've ever visited, the Alamo Drafthouse.
I'll tell you more when I'm back, as it would be foolish to sit in Austin writing, when there are films, meat, booze and DVD buying sprees to savour. But here's a picture of me, director Sean Hogan, writer/editor Jay 'Slatros' Slater and TV's James Moran, to be getting on with. We're all staying in a lodge, which is a five-minute walk from the Alamo Drafthouse - even if that five-minute walk involves negotiating steep stony slopes, forest undergrowth and the railway line that you see here - often by moonlight alone. So far, no has died. Good day to you.