Unseen hands push me down into the beanbag, making sure I’m nestled deep into its folds. Then, from the dark, a reassuring American voice. “Just relax,” it says. “You’re about to have a mushroombased experience.” I spend the next ten minutes floating through forests, tracing lines of white light with my hands, watching explosions of pudgy molecules like fireworks made of clay… before coming back down to earth. Specifically, a repurposed warehouse along the banks of the Thames – the natural home, surely, of such happenings.
Today, this warehouse is home to the London Film Festival’s Expanded programme, a collection of VR, AR, MR and other ‘immersive storytelling experiences’ that don’t neatly fit into any of those neatly initialised buckets. On one hand, there’s Forager, the aforementioned mycological VR trip;…
