On the night of October 3 at the London Film Festival something remarkable happened on the red carpet. No, it wasn’t the poster boy Timothée Chalamet, who was there to dazzle a throng of tweenie fans by wearing a star-covered hoodie while pacing about in front of the Odeon Leicester Square for the premiere of The King. It was on another carpet, a stone’s throw away at the Vue West End, where a second premiere was taking place.
This film was a deeply accomplished coming-of-age drama called Perfect 10, and the premiere might have been another workaday festival bun-fight were it not for the presence of its standout star, Frankie Box. The glamorous young woman was dressed in black, hair miraculously coiffured, jeweled necklace sparkling, the whole knockout ensemble topped off with a long white medical feeding tube attached to her nose.