Just come back from the Penwith Film Society showing of My Architect. As usual, the projector's focus slipped and we missed half the middle of the film. This time, someone else went up to tell them. Things got worse and worse, and I thought the film was about to melt and burst into flames (like in the old days), and the lights went on. The staff announced that the film had slipped off the projector, and they were just putting it back on. The projector started off again, went out of focus a few more times, and then that was the end of the film. The only good bit was the filming in Bangladesh at the end. The bit we missed in the middle looked like it could have been interesting though.
Before the film started, 2 middle aged ladies (ie, women capable of wearing standard high healed shoes and make up) came and sat in the next row forward, and I got a whiff of Cannabis. I thought it must be cannabis soap. They spend the film russling sweet rappers (munchies), muttering to each other, making huge arm movements, and coughing in a deep throaty way.
Posted by Eleutheria at October 26, 2004 12:03 AMSounds like a civilized evening...
...compared to going to the cinema in Coventry.
We went to see Bridget Jones last week. There was a large group of teenage chavs at the back, swearing, shouting, fighting each other, and running up and down the steps.
I shall never go to the cinema again. DVD at home is the future.
Posted by: RobO at December 8, 2004 04:17 PMwell, i suppose i'm grateful for the film society or else there would only be a handful of films to see each year.
Strangely, all the chavs are middle class here...
ps, any idea how come your comment was automatically approved by my blog when others appear as pending appoval, including the comments i've put on myself?
Posted by: eleutheria at December 13, 2004 01:21 PM