I have several times tried to capture a version of this shot, but it’s never really worked before. I’m quite happy with this one, though. Most of the thirty or so people who were watching have already departed and yet still the credits roll, down to the stage where only the assistant catering key grip’s mother is still watching them. The movie? Trap — which, I suppose, was OK, at least for a while.
One of this town’s greatest assets is its old-fashioned (1920s) cinema, with its good mix of movies and lots of legroom. It is so great that Joe is growing up within walking distance of a proper movie theatre – particularly when Halifax, a town ten times the size down the road, doesn’t have one at all. I love movies; a far superior medium than TV, which I never watch. (Except Masterchef.)
Even though I went back to my little compact camera today after yesterday’s vision of the future, I did learn one or two things about it yesterday; such as how to take better photos in lower light. I like this shot; the line of heads, the light reflecting off the two follicly-challenged guys.
And the movie? Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol. Well, you get asked to go to these kinds of things when you have pre-teen boys. Actually I thought it was pretty decent. Silly, but entertaining.
Being 42 