Despite the queues, despite the heavy closed door to Screen six that you can't open because you have your hands full, despite the criminal expense of junk food and the person sitting in front having some kind of afro tribute to Abraham Lincoln's hat, despite everyone's very best efforts to make it impossible - I do enjoy the cinema...
Working closely with curators Abdellah Karroum, Director of Mathaf, Arab Museum of Modern Art in Doha, Alia Al-Senussi and Abdullah Al-Turki, key figures on the Middle Eastern art scene alongside artist Ahmed Mater, who contributes to our final evening, we are presenting an amazing selection of films, free to view in a unique outdoor cinema.
Out of darkness appeared a relatively unknown director with a vision to make superheroes appear more realistic and believable, Christopher Nolan. He transformed Batman from the campy, cheap days of Tim Burton and the dark dark days of George Clooney, into the Dark Knight (the brilliant kind of dark, the kind that builds suspense, that has an edge).
'A Late Quartet', a captivating and intelligent debut feature from Yaron Zilberman, 'In the House', Francois Ozon's clever narrative driven spellbinding psychological drama plays games with the audience and Steven Soderberg's Hitchcockian 'Side Effects' is full of double crosses. Cinema can be one of the great pleasures of life.
Man Of Steel is such an omnishambles that it is difficult to ascertain what Zack Snyder was actually attempting to achieve... If Snyder set out to make a serious and brooding Dark Knight-style superhero film, then he has failed spectacularly as Man Of Steel has a total absence of character exploration, interest in a believable villain or real, live-action jeopardy
So what went wrong with Zombieland: The Series? Just by watching the first few minutes of the pilot the fatal error is staring any fan of the film in the face. Is that meant to be Harrelson/Eisenberg/Stone?! Why did the writers decide to use the same characters in which we now associate with A-list Hollywood actors?
As the crowd gathered outside in the summer sun, I developed a knot in my stomach. It was an exact mix of sci-fi nerds and people with massive grins on their faces expecting a work of ludicrous ironic genius. I have to admit that I had bought tickets in feverish haste as a combination of both of these attitudes but, filing into the theatre, suddenly felt awful.