#FAVEFAIL - ANNA KIME

WHEN I WORKED ON THE FORMER LONDON’S CHILDREN’S FILM FESTIVAL THEY HAD A PRACTICE OF READING SUBTITLES OUT LOUD FROM THE FRONT OF THE SCREEN. I’D ARRANGED A TEAM OF ‘READERS’ BUT AT THE LAST MINUTE ONE CALLED IN SICK.

So, I read instead for a Turkish film at the Rio I hadn’t seen.

Before I started a Turkish lady with her family stood up and complained it was a terrible idea. As the reading had been announced we explained we’d go ahead. I did my best well aware I was garbling the characters’ names and completely miss-conveying the tone with an audible background of fury at my voiceover.

Fight or flight kicked in and I had to physically stop myself from running out of the screen. Afterwards I forced myself to wait by the door for everyone to leave. In a way this paid off as the lady’s partner said I did well to have a go and apologised for the tirade.

After substantial recovery time I learnt you can survive any embarrassment and I’m unlikely to have a comparable experience when speaking in public again. More pertinently I learnt about audience expectations – the lady was rightly furious because she’d brought her children to see a rarely available classic film that she cherished only for it to be carelessly mangled by me.