Film

London Orbital

Name: London Orbital
Genre: Documentary
Released: 2002
Cast: Iain Sinclair, J.G. Ballard, Chris Petit, Renchi Bicknell, Nick Ferrari

Iain Sinclair and Chris Petit drive the M25, that dreary orbital motorway that encircles London, hunting for myth, oddity, and overlooked beauty in the peripheral landscape. It's essayistic, digressive, funny without trying to be. For people who find the mundane magnetic, who believe stories hide in the margins, who think a motorway is never just a motorway.

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