Bristol Film Festival to screen Raiders of the Lost Ark at Bristol Museum & Art Gallery on 1st March
Posted on: 21 Feb 2019Talk about a match made in heaven. One of the greatest adventure films ever made - Raiders of the Lost Ark - will get a special screening at Bristol Museum & Art Gallery on Friday 1st March 2019.
Playing as part of this year's Bristol Film Festival (which always has a knack of presenting great films at some of the city's more unusual locations), the 1981 Steven Spielberg-directed classic will be shown after hours where you can enjoy the epic thrills and spills of Harrison Ford's intrepid archaeologist Indiana Jones as well as having a mosey around some of the museum's impressive exhibits.
The film spawned three sequels (probably the less about Crystal Skull the better, eh?) and introduced the world to Ford's gun-toting, fedora-wearing, whip-cracking archaeologist who, in this, his first great adventure, joins up with spunky heroine Marion Ravenwood (Karen Allen) to prevent the fabled Ark of the Covenant falling into the hands of those dastardly Nazis.
Like a good cheese or a fine wine, Raiders of the Lost Ark just gets better with age (in this writer's humble opinion, the greatest adventure movie EVER made), a throwback to the old matinee cliffhanger serials and a modern classic. Chances of getting chased by a massive boulder on your way out are, reassuringly, pretty slim.
The night of Indy's heroic hi-jinks and museum roving will run from 9.30pm until midnight. Tickets cost between £9 and £15 and can be purchased here. Bristol Museum and Art Gallery is located at Queens Road, Bristol, BS8 1RL. Tel. 01179 466 833 for more information.
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Jamie is a writer, blogger, journalist, critic, film fan, soundtrack nerd and all-round Bristolian good egg. He loves the music of Philip Glass, the art of Salvador Dali, the writings of Charles Bukowksi and Hunter S Thompson, the irreverence of Harry Hill, and the timeless, straw-chomping exuberance of The Wurzels. You can sometimes find him railing against a surging tide of passing cyclists, or gorging himself senseless on the Oriental delights of a Cosmos all-you-can-eat buffet.
