So the Mayans were wrong, we all live to fight another day, but 2012 was memorable for so many reasons. We had the Queen’s Jubilee – although I was in the cinema, watching Snow White And The Huntsman and Prometheus – and the Olympics, when I actually managed to get into London on the middle Saturday. I can remember walking past Horseguards’ Parade and hearing the sounds of the beach volleyball; I had been singing at Westminster Abbey, and was on my way to see Sound Of Her Voice at the Curzon Soho. We also had the last Nolan Batman, the first Whedon Avengers, and we found out that Star Wars does have life after an Ewok party.
Yes, most of my own personal milestones came in the cinema last year: I racked up 200 films that I was watching for the first time on the big screen, which included forty-two films at the Cambridge Film Festival, six at FrightFest in London on another late summer Saturday and seeing seven in one day for the third time in my life, although this time it was a day-nighter, starting at around 4:30 p.m. and finishing around 7:00 a.m. the next morning, thanks to a FrightFest all-nighter held at one of my local Picturehouses.
I summarised the year with a number of posts, as I did in 2010 and 2011: here’s my thoughts on what I feel was a pretty strong year for cinema.
The Half Dozen Special – 12 Best Trailers of 2012
The 10 Most Resolutely Meh Films of 2012
The 10 Worst Movies I Saw in 2012
The Movie Evangelist 