"Johnny’s a very gifted actor but also a great laugh and fucking gorgeous. I swear to God he can’t be American because he’s the softest, meekest, gentlest, funniest guy I’ve ever met. He’s just really wonderful." - KATE WINSLET
eastofkensington: it is with great pride that we announce ‘east of kensington’ has been accepted to short of the week.
the film is now available for online viewing: http://www.shortoftheweek.com/2013/11/16/east-of-kensington/
for all of those who have followed and supported this project, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. we could not have made this film with out and it brings us great pride to share it with everyone now.
please enjoy. feel free to send us your feedback. share the film with your friends. the greatest gift anyone could give a group of lost boy and girl filmmakers is to the share the work they’ve poured their hearts into.
goodbyes are not forever.
- eok team
Our top story today: Famous Playboy, Hugh Hefner, managed to successfully stop an order of monks from operating a business on his property. The police forced the friars to close down their stall, which was outside the Playboy Mansion, where they had been selling flowers. Said one friar, “Well, if it was anyone else we may have gotten away from it, but unfortunately only Hugh can prevent florist friars.”
- Colin Mochrie, Whose Line is it Anway
"Do you think you could swim or fly as far as the island, Wendy, without my help?"
She had to admit that she was too tired.
"What is it?" she asked, anxious about him at once.
"I can’t help you, Wendy. Hook wounded me. I can neither fly nor swim."
"Do you mean we shall both be drowned?"
"Look how the water is rising."
They put their hands over their eyes to shut out the sight. They thought they would soon be no more. As they sat thus something brushed against Peter as light as a kiss, and stayed there, as if saying timidly, “Can I be of any use.”
It was the tail of a kite, which Michael had made some days before. It had torn itself out of his hand and floated away.
"Michael’s kite," Peter said without interest, but next moment he had seized the tail, and was pulling the kite toward him.
"It lifted Michael off the ground," he cried; "why should it not carry you!"
"Both of us!"
"It can’t lift two; Michael and Curly tried."
"Let us draw lots," Wendy said bravely.
"And you a lady; never." Already he had tied the tail round her. She clung to him; she refused to go without him; but with a "Good-bye, Wendy," he pushed her from the rock; and in a few minutes she was bourne out of his sight. Peter was alone on the lagoon.
Peter was not quite like other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremor ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea: but on the sea one shudder follows another till there are hundreds of them, and Peter felt just the one. Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, “To die will be an awfully big adventure.