One of the abandoned Art Deco palaces littering my home town. I'm going to do it up and run my own independent cinema. Independent cinemas are the best, places that show more than the big release of the week on six screens (Yes, I'm talking to you, local multiplex) and will quite happily show film that will appeal to only 6 people. I'm lucky to have one of the most marvellous independent cinemas near me. I've done course and workshops and gone to open days there, I've snuck off school AND work to see films there (you wont tell anyone will you?) over a period of about 20 years. Now I feel wicked and old.
I love old films, black and white, silent with bombastic scores or hiccuping scratchy talkies. As a child I remember spending school holiday mornings watching these classics on TV. One of my favorite things to do now to catch a magnificent 1930's french comedy on the big screen, so when my favorite cinema is showing a special re-release of 'Boudu Saved from Drowning', by Jean Renior I had to be there.
It was wonderful, lyrical, meandering film about the tramp Boudu and the havoc he wreaks on the live of his bourgeois saviour. Of course by modern terms the comedy is a little tame but there was still plenty of laughs, enough to one man in my cinema roaring out loud throughout the film. Perfect night out.
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