A Night At The Movies...
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rhythmaningYesterday, I went to the movies. It was a while since I had been to the cinema – a few months, anyway. A friend dropped me an email: he had tickets to a preview, and he couldn’t make it, so he asked if I’d like to go. (Actually, he asked several people if they wanted to go; but clearly, I’m the only one without a social life, because they were all busy!) He runs a film website, Filmstalker, and the quid pro quo was that he wanted me to write a few words about the movie for him.
The cinema was at Fort Kinnaird, and that alone was nearly enough to stop me going: it is a large shopping centre to the east of the city, out by the ring road, and it isn’t easy to get to: I was going to have to get a bus from my place of work into the centre, and catch a train back out.
As it was, I mentioned this to someone I work with, and she said she was thinking of going along the ring road to get home, so she gave me a lift. So from thinking I wouldn’t make it in time, I had an hour or so to kill.
I wandered around the industrial, barn-like stores. I thought about going ten-pin bowling. (OK, I didn’t, but still…) I thought about going to a plastic fake-American bar. Instead, I found Borders, and spent a long time wandering around. I obviously don’t like Borders, though: despite finding many books I wanted to buy, I didn’t buy any of them. Perhaps this is why they are closing down in the UK. There was something about the shop that didn’t scream “buy me! buy me!”. The books didn’t look loved.
The cinema was a another industrial barn: concrete floor, slightly tacky carpet. I sat down, and then smelt the hot dog that the couple in front of me were eating, and I had to move. (I get quite fussy about where to sit in a cinema, torn between sitting on the left side of the auditorium and sitting on an aisle, so I can stretch my legs out.)
It got quite busy. I had imagined – in my romantic, rosy view of previews – that this would be a press showing or something. It was actually a film club – press reviews probably happen at 10 am, and in London, I would guess. The audience was full of ordinary people. (So journalists are ordinary people, yeah, but.) They had popcorn and coke.
During the movie, I noticed a glow several rows down, on the other side of the cinema: someone was videoing the movie. This made me very angry – piracy is piracy. However much I dislike the bits at the beginning of DVDs telling me that piracy is wrong, I agree with them. This guy was being completely blatant about it, and it annoyed me. It must have really annoyed the people behind him too – if I could see the glow half way across the cinema, it must have been really bright for them. No one stopped him, though.
Anyhow, here is what I thought about the film – what I wrote about 3:10 to Yuma for Filmstalker.
By the way, Richard, anytime you want me to look at other films, feel free to send tickets my way… Oh, and I’m very grateful!
The cinema was at Fort Kinnaird, and that alone was nearly enough to stop me going: it is a large shopping centre to the east of the city, out by the ring road, and it isn’t easy to get to: I was going to have to get a bus from my place of work into the centre, and catch a train back out.
As it was, I mentioned this to someone I work with, and she said she was thinking of going along the ring road to get home, so she gave me a lift. So from thinking I wouldn’t make it in time, I had an hour or so to kill.
I wandered around the industrial, barn-like stores. I thought about going ten-pin bowling. (OK, I didn’t, but still…) I thought about going to a plastic fake-American bar. Instead, I found Borders, and spent a long time wandering around. I obviously don’t like Borders, though: despite finding many books I wanted to buy, I didn’t buy any of them. Perhaps this is why they are closing down in the UK. There was something about the shop that didn’t scream “buy me! buy me!”. The books didn’t look loved.
The cinema was a another industrial barn: concrete floor, slightly tacky carpet. I sat down, and then smelt the hot dog that the couple in front of me were eating, and I had to move. (I get quite fussy about where to sit in a cinema, torn between sitting on the left side of the auditorium and sitting on an aisle, so I can stretch my legs out.)
It got quite busy. I had imagined – in my romantic, rosy view of previews – that this would be a press showing or something. It was actually a film club – press reviews probably happen at 10 am, and in London, I would guess. The audience was full of ordinary people. (So journalists are ordinary people, yeah, but.) They had popcorn and coke.
During the movie, I noticed a glow several rows down, on the other side of the cinema: someone was videoing the movie. This made me very angry – piracy is piracy. However much I dislike the bits at the beginning of DVDs telling me that piracy is wrong, I agree with them. This guy was being completely blatant about it, and it annoyed me. It must have really annoyed the people behind him too – if I could see the glow half way across the cinema, it must have been really bright for them. No one stopped him, though.
Anyhow, here is what I thought about the film – what I wrote about 3:10 to Yuma for Filmstalker.
By the way, Richard, anytime you want me to look at other films, feel free to send tickets my way… Oh, and I’m very grateful!
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Date: 2007-09-08 10:09 pm (UTC)I have to admit I like the Borders in Glasgow. It is quite a happy feeling place.