Monday evening, 6.15pm, Leicester Square, London. The place is packed with tourists, office workers, hawkers, pickpockets, a cacophony of sights and sounds. And a queue.A giant queue of people, snaking all the way around the cinema past the Lego store, past the lurid M&M shop, all the way to Wardour Street.I’ve honestly never seen anything like it. It felt more like the queue for some sell-out teeny-bopper concert than the press night for a film about a plastic doll. There were security men with wires coming out of their ears, bright pink influencers preening for social media, officials with clipboards handing out embargos for us all to sign.
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