If I’m overloaded on caffeine and discussing the virtues of Keira Knightley with a random Italian woman, it must be that time of year again. Yes, I’m at my fourth London Film Festival, having now established myself as a long-term resident of the U.K. capital. The festival is already well underway, as characterized this (and every) year by the sight of critics slumped asleep in the aisles, the ever-present smell of coffee, and the extreme range of wi-fi quality at…
