indie cinema
I went to my local cinema today to watch a film and got distracted half way through because... there was a mouse crawling down the curtain! It ran down very nimbly then disappeared under it. Honestly, it was quite charming.
I enjoyed reading Fran's post on their local arts cinema and I recently voted for my local cinema in the same Cinema of the Year poll. It's a lovely post about revelations prompted by films you should read. I haven't had any memorable revelations in the cinema - maybe lots of small ones. The main thing I think about when I think about what the cinema means to me is when I moved here and didn't have any friends, and I went to the cinema about 4 times a week. I was living in a sort of miserable shared house and had been dumped by my long distance boyfriend.
I went to the cinema in a different way than I do now - now I plan what films I'd like to see in advance, and usually chose things I think I'll like. Back then, I would see whatever was on that evening, which led to me seeing a lot of indie British kitchen sink dramas which are probably lost a bit to time. I also saw films like Peter Strickland's The Duke of Burgundy - the insular little all-female world and slowly unfolding relationship dynamics of that film, how my understanding of what was happening slowly changed, made a big impression on me.
Recently though watching films I've been distracted by house envy. This is an embarrassing thing that means even when I'm watching a film like Sorry, Baby (by Eva Victor) a touching, kind of comedy, kind of not, nuanced and interesting film about the aftermath of a trauma and how life continues around you, I look at the house she lives in and think "I wish I lived there".
I can't find a still of it but it's a cosy, wood panelled house in the middle of the woods in Maine (?), furnished inside with colourful fabrics and soft lighting.
I also saw the trailer for the Norwegian film Sex by Dag Johan Haugerud, and got thoroughly distracted by the Scandi white and light wood houses the main chimney sweep characters live in. I just wish I could live in a cute house I could have a pet in if I wanted, you know?
Edit: felt very validated to find Sorry, Baby in this letterboxed list called houses I want to live in.