Sarah J.
Yelp
Screen on the Green.
So. Lucy and I ran out of The Vue which was full and arrived, a little out of breath (any more would be embarrassing because it's only a couple of minutes' walk up the street) at Screen on the Green where, serendipitously, our film of choice was starting in 10 minutes. Lovely!
Unfortunately, they don't do Orange Wednesdays which would normally have me grumbling but, you know, I'm all for supporting independent cinema and all that. So we bought our tickets (£12 each did feel rather steep, I must admit) and got the best seats in the house. Which according to Lucy are right at the bloody front. I prefer the very back so we settle for middle-ish. My point is, we had the pick of the place.
I really like the décor, the comfy old-skool seats, the feeling of being in The Drifters' delightful ditty Saturday night at the movies, who cares what picture you see...I'm a sucker for nostalgia. A stripey box of popcorn would've made the picture complete but apparently they don't do popcorn.
The screen was big, the sound was good and we all left feeling like a little no-strings fling in Europe would be quite nice (the film in question was Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona, FYI).
But...(I know, I'm SO hard to please) 3 things. The toilets sadly were not up to much. There were only 2 women's toilets and one of which was out of order but no one had bothered to put a sign on. I couldn't be bothered to queue (it was about 8-strong at the end of the film) so I girded my loins and braced myself for the bus home. Second are the overpriced tickets which lead me to my third gripe which is that, for me, independent cinema should really be for the everyman, with ticket prices to match. Isn't that the idea? Call me a champagne socialist but it saddens me that only the middle classes can enjoy going to a non-chain cinema with slightly edgier films on offer because the cost of tickets is so high.