Thinking about what to call these lockdown reminiscences – about films and cinemas – I was reduced to googling the full lyrics to Memory as a joke. It turns out they’re worryingly apt, so we may yet find that Cats becomes the voice of cinephiles rather than their punchline. That’s one hell of a “new normal”, but then nothing surprises me any more.
One of the worries about Lockdown is that the collective cinematic experience will be lost. I doubt that will happen – for something we watch in the dark while all facing the same way it’s a remarkably social activity – though certainly at the start of Unlock, for many people the worry will outweigh its pull.
Unsurprisingly Cinematic Lockdown is involving a lot of longing looks back (which doesn’t have to mean the dim and distant past – I have fond memories of eating a My Spy cupcake while watching My Spy at a London press screening in March, even if the actual film wasn’t that memorable).
Check the links out below: Tracey Sinclair waxes deservedly lyrical about Newcastle’s independent Tyneside Cinema, a venue that’s both historical and progressive; and she and I have both written about film watches from various points in our lives that have stuck in our minds:
- My favourite cinema: The Tyneside Cinema, Newcastle
- Movie memories are made of this (Tracey)
- Movie memories: Christmas cats, winter wonderlands and Wick (me!)
For independent cinemas, the economic future is looking wobbly. We’ve included donation links for the indies mentioned.