So I'm loving the Palmerston North Film Society. Pay $85 when you are feeling flush, enjoy a movie a week for 12 months - no more money down.
But wait, there's more....
Screenings are on Wednesday evenings and you know I need a little somethin' to look forward to once I realise that it's only 11.24am on Wednesday morning, instead of the 4.41pm Friday afternoon that it should be, it feels like it should be, it's beyond wrong that's it's not. Added to which, the selections are varied, intelligent and heralded by an emailed synopsis a few days beforehand, so it's easy to avoid a familiar film you aren't bothered to see again.
All this is as it should be and not at all shocking - what does disturb is the number of "Say what?" responses I get when I mention the film society at all. Mentions made to PN locals. PN locals who have already professed an open mind, a love for cinema and a belief in the value of mid-week experiential adventures in the CBD.
So what gives? In a town of thwarted social butterflies who grimly challenge all new-comers to try and find anything of interest to get up to, how come no one I bump into seems to know about what IS available?
Speaking of film, best I get a plug in for The Portal (corner of Princess and Main Street), a DVD hire store without rival, best known for it’s comprehensive collection of ‘Arthouse’ (hate that word, but you know what I mean) cinema. If you missed it during the film festival, studied the director during Film/TV and Media Studies 101 or caught the tail end of it once on a wet Sunday afternoon circa 1987, you’ll find it there - along with some opinionated converstion about film at the counter.
And I mean that in a good way.
2 comments:
And then there was Jane...(I've put a new post up on my blog, btw)perhaps we should have gone to the portal for a good movie huh?
Well, perhaps you should do a tribute to Mr McAvoy then...but what about Laurence Fox?
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