Edinburgh International Film Festival Red Carpets: Here are 34 amazing pictures of the stars at the festival over the years - from Bob Hope to Kylie Minogue
Despite not being quite as high profile as the likes of Cannes, Venice or Sundance, the festival has attracted its fair share of stars over the year - recent high-profile actors to have walked the red carpet include Ewan McGregor, Jennifer Lawrence, Sigourney Weaver, Greta Gerwig, Kevin Bacon, Elijah Wood, Clint Eastwood, Kylie Minogue, Cate Blanchett and Tilda Swinton.
It's also hosted premieres of many box office blockbuster and critical hits including Blade Runner, Alien, Back to the Future, Taxi Driver, Annie Hall, The Usual Suspects, Amelie, and The Hurt Locker.
The closing of its home at Edinburgh's Filmhouse cinema in 2023 threatened the festival's future but truncated edition that year was followrd by a resurgence in 2024.
And now the Filmhouse is open again, the festival will be returning home, with a host of world premieres, galas and special events.
Here are 34 amazing pictures of the festival's history...so far.
1 . Awards night
Douglas Fairbanks Jnr with Lord Provost John Banks arriving at the.Golden Laurel Film Awards at the New Victoria Cinema in Edinburgh 1955. Photo: Unknown Photo Sales
2 . A real boon
Actor Michael Elphick in town for the Edinburgh Film Festival in August 1992. | TSPL Photo Sales
3 . Cinematic master
Actor and director Orson Welles arrives at the Cameo Cinema during the 1953 Edinburgh Film Festival to give a lecture where he declared that "the film industry is dying". Photo: Unknown Photo Sales
4 . A good neighbour
Pop star Kylie Minogue arrives at the festival's Opening Gala in 1997. | National World Photo Sales
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She had assumed she would marry and have children, but nobody ever proposed; in today's world, of course, she would not consider herself 'a shrivelled person … an old maid' at 36, but things were different in the 1970s, something which makes her lack of shame all the more remarkable: 'I have woken sopping and swollen, with a devil to suppress between my legs.' If this novel is as confessional as it seems, it is truly fearless: death, ageing, anorgasmia, loneliness, despair and madness are all here, jostling for attention, just as they do for many of us, for all we may seek to tune them out. Meanwhile, Lavinia learns to masturbate with an electric toothbrush. The Robin Hood section is a change of gear so abrupt it risks whiplash. 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