t within reason, as long as the film is not going to sell out, I am more than welcome, it does involve having my manger write a note for me to take to the manger of the other cinema, this feels a little bit like arriving with a note from my mum explaining why I couldn't pay for the ticket (see: poor wages) and why I should be able to go in without paying, this explains why I have seen so many films since living in this city, but I do occassionally pay, and pay I did for a BFI screening of 'Gun Crazy', I don't know exactly know why I thought this film was worth paying for, maybe because the BFI thought it was worth paying for and were charging for the tickets, I stupidly tend to think that anything the BFI screens is worth seeing, it saves me from hunting out these films elsewhere I figure, maybe it was the title that I found appealing, but then I read a review calling the title clumsy and I thought I better not tell anyone that I found it appealing in case they all thought it was clumsy, but there was also something about the accompanying image in the BFI Guide of a guy and a girl waving guns about on the street in trenchcoats, everyone may not have the same taste as me (see: poor taste), but that is what I find appealing, the title doesn't exactly live up to my expectations, it was as gun crazy as I was hoping and the characters weren't nearly as trenchcoat-sunglasses cool as I would like to be, there was a lot of movement though, on foot, in cars, on train, and that gave me little time to be bored and reflect on my disappointment, it is almost like a B-Grade film that had ambition to be the bottom of the A-Grade (see: nervous a-grade), perhaps if it had fully embraced that B-Grade nature like Seijun Suzuki did it would have been more gun crazy, and due to this lack of craziness I felt that maybe this film wasn't worth paying for, that I should have come to the ticket counter with a note from my mum, and now all of a sudden I can't believe that everything the BFI screens is worth paying for and suddenly my world is a little less comfortable.
Gun Crazy
One of the benefits of working in a cinema in London is that I can get into any cinema within Central London for free, it doesn't matter if it is a competing chain, bu
t within reason, as long as the film is not going to sell out, I am more than welcome, it does involve having my manger write a note for me to take to the manger of the other cinema, this feels a little bit like arriving with a note from my mum explaining why I couldn't pay for the ticket (see: poor wages) and why I should be able to go in without paying, this explains why I have seen so many films since living in this city, but I do occassionally pay, and pay I did for a BFI screening of 'Gun Crazy', I don't know exactly know why I thought this film was worth paying for, maybe because the BFI thought it was worth paying for and were charging for the tickets, I stupidly tend to think that anything the BFI screens is worth seeing, it saves me from hunting out these films elsewhere I figure, maybe it was the title that I found appealing, but then I read a review calling the title clumsy and I thought I better not tell anyone that I found it appealing in case they all thought it was clumsy, but there was also something about the accompanying image in the BFI Guide of a guy and a girl waving guns about on the street in trenchcoats, everyone may not have the same taste as me (see: poor taste), but that is what I find appealing, the title doesn't exactly live up to my expectations, it was as gun crazy as I was hoping and the characters weren't nearly as trenchcoat-sunglasses cool as I would like to be, there was a lot of movement though, on foot, in cars, on train, and that gave me little time to be bored and reflect on my disappointment, it is almost like a B-Grade film that had ambition to be the bottom of the A-Grade (see: nervous a-grade), perhaps if it had fully embraced that B-Grade nature like Seijun Suzuki did it would have been more gun crazy, and due to this lack of craziness I felt that maybe this film wasn't worth paying for, that I should have come to the ticket counter with a note from my mum, and now all of a sudden I can't believe that everything the BFI screens is worth paying for and suddenly my world is a little less comfortable.
t within reason, as long as the film is not going to sell out, I am more than welcome, it does involve having my manger write a note for me to take to the manger of the other cinema, this feels a little bit like arriving with a note from my mum explaining why I couldn't pay for the ticket (see: poor wages) and why I should be able to go in without paying, this explains why I have seen so many films since living in this city, but I do occassionally pay, and pay I did for a BFI screening of 'Gun Crazy', I don't know exactly know why I thought this film was worth paying for, maybe because the BFI thought it was worth paying for and were charging for the tickets, I stupidly tend to think that anything the BFI screens is worth seeing, it saves me from hunting out these films elsewhere I figure, maybe it was the title that I found appealing, but then I read a review calling the title clumsy and I thought I better not tell anyone that I found it appealing in case they all thought it was clumsy, but there was also something about the accompanying image in the BFI Guide of a guy and a girl waving guns about on the street in trenchcoats, everyone may not have the same taste as me (see: poor taste), but that is what I find appealing, the title doesn't exactly live up to my expectations, it was as gun crazy as I was hoping and the characters weren't nearly as trenchcoat-sunglasses cool as I would like to be, there was a lot of movement though, on foot, in cars, on train, and that gave me little time to be bored and reflect on my disappointment, it is almost like a B-Grade film that had ambition to be the bottom of the A-Grade (see: nervous a-grade), perhaps if it had fully embraced that B-Grade nature like Seijun Suzuki did it would have been more gun crazy, and due to this lack of craziness I felt that maybe this film wasn't worth paying for, that I should have come to the ticket counter with a note from my mum, and now all of a sudden I can't believe that everything the BFI screens is worth paying for and suddenly my world is a little less comfortable.
