I initially went down here a few months ago. It was awful, but I hoped they’d sort out the problems. I went down again this month and it was exactly the same. The following rant is a combination of both evenings.
Now I like to laugh at hipsters as much as the next man, but sometimes they are in such a concentrated state, all sharing the same serious stare, that pointing at trousers can’t shake of the feeling that you’ve been transposed in to a Shoreditch based remake of Village of the Damned. Admittedly they can’t actually kill you with their minds, but they do make you feel that humanity is fighting a losing battle.
The format is actually a pretty good idea. A few 2-4 minute blurry ‘art’ films which, may, or may not, have some kind of edgy sexual connotation. It’s hard to tell.
There may be a few slightly longer films, also often poorly made.
But, roughly, every fourth film has a few good ideas, or it may be well shot or have a sweet sentiment. There are plenty of good film makers around, but so, so many dreadful ones.
After that there is generally a longer documentary. The first time I went it was about the 80’s New York No Wave movement. The second was about David Berman’s splendid band ‘Silver Jews’ playing their first tour in Israel.
They seemed like well made, interesting films. It was hard to tell as I was surrounded by yattering dicks, bellowing about their pretentious lives. They only seemed to do this during the final film.
The people sitting forward in their chairs, straining to hear the film do tend to outnumber the dicks. But the dicks are louder.
They also have free popcorn, abstract bingo and some bands. I thought the DJs were great last time. They played They Might Be Giants at one point. It made me happy, but I share that niche interest.
It is a shame though. It could be very pleasant. Perhaps they just need to pin up a few signs reading ‘Please shut up. We’re trying to watch a film and your life isn’t as interesting as you think.’