When a movie critic makes a bad review of his new movie '1917', the actor George Mackay finds himself on a mission to make her change her mind.
Celeste is a young movie critic on the way to make a career for herself. A mistake on the critic for an...
Celeste barely had any sleep on the previous night and now she could feel her body and mind making her pay for that. It was almost five p.m. now and the girl had to push her glasses up her nose and scrunch her eyes to see the tiny letters on the computer screen. She procrastinated to finish the review of a documentary that was supposed to be up on the site this morning, but now she was in a rush to finish the work of an entire day in less than two hours.
Being a movie critic consisted of watching movies, reading scripts and writing about it later. That was pretty much her routine: looking at a screen to watch something and then looking at a screen to write about that something.
It was a cold and rainy afternoon in London – as always – her windows and blinds stayed closed for the day while the heater worked on his full capacity to make the small apartment warmer for her to work and for her cat to eat and sleep without bothering her by sitting on her lap until she stopped everything to play with him.
Still on her dark blue pajamas, hair up on a tight ponytail and a pair of yellow funny socks with cats' faces printed on them, Celeste finally finished the review tapping on the keyboard with more force than necessary. After sending the final text of the review for her editor to read before posting on the site she got up from the chair and stretched her back while leaving a big yawn escape.
Celeste had two hours to get ready before going on film screening tonight. She was not supposed to go on this one, but the other critic that worked with her got sick and she got a last-minute task to herself. The girl didn't know much about the movie, but that was not a problem: she would find out while watching it.
So after a long shower, layers of clothes to protect herself from the cold, an uber ride that took longer than expected because the driver lost himself three times saying that he knew better than the GPS and a heated argument with the security from the theater that was not finding her name on the list, Celeste finally sat down to watch the movie. The place was packed with familiar faces from journalists and other movie critics that she usually saw when going to those screenings. The movie, 1917, was already being treated as one of the favorites for the award season and the studio was spending lots of money and efforts on the campaign. This night was just for the industry professionals, no actors or the director would attend.
The girl grabbed the iPad from her bag, opened a bottle of water to take a sip and started to scroll through the movie information before it started. The cover had a soldier standing on a trench looking to the side and with furrowed eyebrows she looked at the cast and hummed with disapproval while shaking her head. Celeste had the slight feeling she would not like the movie.
"Sam Mendes and a war movie." She whispered to herself. "Everything I dislike."
Celeste was more of an indie movies type of professional. Or documentaries. Or sci-fi. Not war movies. These types of screenings were not on her scope, so she made a mental note to make her co-worker pay her a coffee.
The lights went out, she fixed her glasses and watched with attention as the movie started.
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