Glen S.
Yelp
A refreshingly vibrant place in a totally anomalous neighbourhood, The ICA (Institute of Contemporary Arts) was founded many moons ago by a group of anarchists frustrated with the retrograde institutions they found in London. Ironically, The ICA has grown into an institution itself, far from its scrappy beginnings, and light on anarchy.
Two cinemas typically feature a full programme of first-run international independent art cinema, culled by programmers from film festivals the world over. As these films are almost never shown in London (or the UK, for that matter) otherwise, The ICA has been extremely helpful in the past in bringing films overlooked by London's official cinema culture to an audience, and has consequently played a part in developing many careers. Although they occasionally screen older films their mandate is to present the contemporary, thus you are unlikely to catch classics here unless they are presented in new prints or in new versions. The ICA also has its own DVD line performing an important distribution function for independent film in the UK.
The gallery space changes over regularly, again with an emphasis on presenting genre-bending and innovative works by artists who not only already have an international reputation, but artists who they think deserve one, with plenty of multidisciplinary works and experiments in form and presentation to keep the art students and aesthetes coming back for more.
The ICA is also really devoted to presenting a wide variety of musical acts, again, focusing on the contemporary, those on the up-and-up. The space is intimate and the sound is immaculate. Low ticket prices don't hurt, and are made lower by purchasing an annual membership (as is everything else, including drinks and food).
It invites complaints but is ultimately above them. Inevitably, the truly cutting-edge will complain of its institutional qualities (see above), whilst sipping a Pernod on the inside balcony of the cafe before heading in to see a live art show. Cinephiles will complain about some middlebrow selections on the screens whilst ignoring the absence of these films anywhere else in town. Not everyone can be pleased all of the time, and no one who seriously cares about contemporary art can afford to ignore The ICA.