Going to the cinema on my own is one of my guilty pleasures. But it’s got to be the right film, and it’s got to be the right cinema. For me, they don’t come much better than the Prince Charles.
Tucked off Leicester Square, it shows a selection of recent and not so recent films, from mainstream romantic comedies to obscure Asian horror flicks. And on Friday, everything’s a pound. So there I was, on my own near the back, with my popcorn and Haagen-Dazs.
The film was first class. Some nice Brooklyn Jewish angst and profound tragicomedy, neatly written with fantastic performances all round. Yes, well done everyone on that one.
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