It was a new year, 2013, and it had been many years since I had regularly attended the cinema. As time passed, my cinema attendance had been on the decline. When I moved to London in 2003, the first thing I did — before I even secured a place to live (I had three nights booked in a hostel) — was to purchase an annual membership to both the ICA and the NFT, bastions of independent and repertory cinema. I still maintain those memberships, but by 2012 I barely ever went, something which would have made the 25-year-old me very sad.
So I thought I’d get an ‘unlimited’ card from one of the major cinema chains and start going to more films. This initially meant my intake became more biased towards mainstream English-language films than it was earlier in my life, something I have somewhat corrected since. And yet the cinema — whatever changes may have taken place over the years — is still a magical place, and however inadequate my attempts may be, I would like to share a bit of that.
For those who find biographical details of any interest, I currently live in North London, but don’t take that as a preference, as I previously lived in South-East London. I was born in Edinburgh. I grew up in Wellington, New Zealand.