Wednesday night me and some buds went to see Withnail & I at the Queen of Hoxton Rooftop Cinema Club. Now, I have seen this film approximately 23,000 times (because I am a horrible student cliche) and it is my favourite in the world, even more than Clueless or Blade Runner or anything with Humphrey Bogart :O
The bar is great anyway, all bunting and fake grass and blankets to cover your knees while you get covertly hammered on bottles of wine after having skipped lunch & dinner (...getting in the spirit of the film, OBVIOUSLY).
As well as being totally heartbreaking and cough-up-your-lungs funny, its aesthetic is an utterly flawless blend of mud/rain/Edwardiana/grimy pubs/faded gentlemanly glamour/60s bohemia/grey kitchen sink modernism/nostalgia for a non-existent Wodehouseian Albion. From the one busted headlight on their Jaguar MKII to the liberty print cushions in their Camden flat and the casually poignant shot of Marwood reading Journey's End, from Monty's persian cat and Withnail's polythene-shod attempt at sensible countrywear to the wolves in Regent's Park, every detail is perfect.