...are like the Tesco of cinema. Entirely functional, and absolutely uninspiring. They all show the same films at the same time: the chicken and egg argument. “We just show what the people want to see” / naturally, people buy tickets for what's available, and don't go to see what isn't available. They're also increasingly not converted town centre flea pits, but housed in out of town industrial sheds, next to, er...Next, and Matalan.
Amusingly [a recent description of the UK cinema going experience was: “two tickets please” “that'll be £12.00” “and some popcorn, chocolates, and a coke” “right, that's £58.50, please”] there's now, inches from our nearest Multiplex and outrageously expensive popcorn outlet, an industrial-size Poundland. Take that, Virgin. Now, shall I have that bag of £4 Minstrels, or pop next door and get four bags?
Anyway. Here's some photos of cinemas, in India.
The Radiogram motif building, with the filigree speaker-grille ironwork between the panels.
Ticket-stub panels. Note the digital cinema dish on the roof.
This is my favourite. Boom-box curves over that arched entrance.
A subcontinent De la Warr Pavillion tribute?
An over-used word, vibrant, but isn't this more enticing than an industrial shed set in acres of macadam?
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