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From: Rip Van
Category: Films
Date: 02 April 2004
It started off in that stange cinema that is London's Other cinema. Underground in the kino bar, a group of shouting actors or somesuch were thronging the bar, a hysterical noise of harpies , the staff caught our eyes, and refused to release, the cappucino dripped slowly into its mug, the reeces peeces stayed cool in a fridge, and in the mini freezer organic icecream waited to melt on hot tongues. A delirious vision, a cineastes paradise or hell. The lights were down in the theatre, quiet no, blaring music, no adds, greeted the scattered few who j'adore cocteau. A greaseball couple, a couple of arty spaniards, a man, a woman. The film is like all films: a death of light. The lighting of dead things in black and white. A capture of imprisoned life. I fell asleep and woke for the fin.
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