(First, a small deviation: I was just thinking about the ending scene of Toy Story 3… and I found tears creeping out of the corners of my eyes at the mere recollection of it. That is how touching I found the finale. Granted, I’m a complete sap sometimes and if you can hit the right chords I melt darn easily. But really, TS3 is so worth the watch! I’ll have to review it properly soon, I think…)
In a rather unusual move for me, I decided to give all the photos in this post some colour treatment for a sort-of-vintage feel.
So this is a general view of the red carpet. The press are all at the far end – I was standing near the beginning of the carpet, close to where the special guests would arrive in their assigned vehicles.
They had performers dressed up like people from a circus or cabaret show (in line with The Illusionist, I guess). The two musclemen were funny – more so since they spoke in that very clipped, quaint English manner, spouting lines like “Jolly good, old boy!” haha
(Here’s the same picture before colour treatment.)
Shot of the interior of the Festival Theatre from where I was sitting in the Stalls.
(And an untreated version of this photo.)