In Edinburgh I'm a huge fan of the Cameo, my local for several years. They did all-nighters that sad geeks like me went to (can I recommend an all-nighter of Godfrey Reggio's Qatsi movies? Especially if you're stoned).
In King's Lynn there was no choice other than the Fermoy Arts Centre (named after local big nob Ruth, Lady Fermoy who for many years was our dear late Dowager Queen's chief lady-in-waiting, or silver-spoon-on-a-stick, or whatever her job was called. We were a cowed and deferential people, in the Norfolk Fens). The two commercial cinemas were named, appropriately for a port, if a bit bizarrely, the Pilot; and, totally inappropriately, the Majestic. It wasn't.
Still, it screened "Saturday Morning Pictures", a cheap baby-sitting service for parents, where I watched 1930s serials of "Flash Gordon". Ah, happy memories.
--I have been with you every day of my life. Tell me you know that. -- Yes, I know it. --You must also know that I shall be with you every day that is granted to me from now on. Every evening I shall sit down to dine with you. Not with my body, which is of no importance, but with my soul. Because this evening I have learned, my dear, that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.
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is that a certain romulaic tongue i see in the top foto?
i'd know that tongue anywhere
(not to mention the one in the second foto)
The joy of local art-house cinemas...
In Edinburgh I'm a huge fan of the Cameo, my local for several years. They did all-nighters that sad geeks like me went to (can I recommend an all-nighter of Godfrey Reggio's Qatsi movies? Especially if you're stoned).
In King's Lynn there was no choice other than the Fermoy Arts Centre (named after local big nob Ruth, Lady Fermoy who for many years was our dear late Dowager Queen's chief lady-in-waiting, or silver-spoon-on-a-stick, or whatever her job was called. We were a cowed and deferential people, in the Norfolk Fens). The two commercial cinemas were named, appropriately for a port, if a bit bizarrely, the Pilot; and, totally inappropriately, the Majestic. It wasn't.
Still, it screened "Saturday Morning Pictures", a cheap baby-sitting service for parents, where I watched 1930s serials of "Flash Gordon". Ah, happy memories.
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