The film we saw took ninety minutes out of my life that I’m never getting back, but at least the exit provided an opportunity for a picture that doesn’t depict more snow (though the weather does explain the yellow warning sign, because of course we need telling that winter may have made the steps wet). This aside, the red of the coat and of the old ticket booth in the background make a pleasing contrast.
Clare digs into her purse to find evidence of the various discounts she is entitled to at the Hebden Bridge Picture House. And the movie? As you can see by looking closely at the board behind, it was the very brilliant Monty Python’s Life of Brian, as funny a 90 minutes as was ever shown on a cinema screen. There are many worse ways to spend a late Saturday afternoon.
I don’t care if it is a cheat to take pictures off a cinema screen — this is a great movie, and was the major event of the day. “They’re all going to laugh at you….” Carrie is just the ultimate revenge fantasy, isn’t it?
I can’t have been getting outside much lately, for this is the sixth consecutive interior shot, and usually exteriors easily outnumber them. This afternoon’s entertainment at the Picture House: Alien: The Latest Franchise (OK, maybe it’s not actually called that); not bad I suppose but these are starting to get like the Nightmare on Elm Street series, let’s just crank out the xenomorph goo again and not worry whether anyone notices the lack of plot or character. Passes the time on a Sunday afternoon I suppose.
I know it’s a cheat to take photos of a movie screen but I don’t care. This was the major event of my day, a film I have admired for a long time now, and my first chance to see it on the big screen thanks to the BFI reissuing a restored print this year. If you’ve never seen it — go! If you’ve already seen it, well, go and see it again, because you know it’s a brilliant movie. (The book’s a favourite of mine too: as this shot proves.)
I love this scene in particular. Is there any doubt here that Jack Nicholson isn’t ‘acting’…. he has utterly become Randall Patrick McMurphy, he is straining with every sinew and muscle in his body to lift that damn control unit and escape from the institution in which he is incarcerated?
As the title of the post states — here are the two of them at the new Star Wars movie. Now, I have no intention of offering any spoilers… but who knows, perhaps there are none to offer.
Good news… the Picture House has reopened. Just the balcony — visible here is the front part of the ground floor, or stalls, where now no seats remain. The heating’s not working either. But at least this particular community asset has survived.
I’m a regular visitor here (and even my frequency pales into insignificance compared to Clare, who goes here at least once a week on average). Tonight it was a documentary about the selling-off of the old Haçienda nightclub in Manchester. Whatever the feature, these guys will be in the foyer, one selling tickets, the other the snacks and alcohol. I stand by my assessment that this is Hebden Bridge’s best community asset.
For the opening of Spectre at the Hebden Bridge Picture House, a gala fancy dress evening was declared (let there be joy & celebration, let jubilation reign, etc). Did the guy in his swimming trunks, or Baron Samedi from Live and Let Die win? Neither in fact. The guy in the jet pack was declared the winner.
Five movies on all afternoon and evening at the Hebden Bridge Picture House (this town’s best asset if you ask me), of which I saw the last three — The Shining (gotta see any Kubrick on the big screen at any opportunity); The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue (bizarre Spanish/Italian 1970s zombie movie filmed in the UK, though not, particularly, in Manchester, which also includes probably the most gratuitous nude scene in movie history); and The Wicker Man (among the best movies ever made). Would you have been brave enough to spend such an evening in the company of this man?
Being 42 