Acton Vue tends to attract the sort who pay for films only to look at their phones continually, eat corpse logs in buns and dairy-slathered nachos, and generally lout about. The staff don't care. It's kind of echoey in there, like a giant hibernation cavern but for humans, hence the endless supplies of popcorn, pick 'n' mix and slushees needed to survive the Winter.
Back in 'my day', by which I mean back in 1998 when I was four years old, my parents brought me here to see my first ever film. It was the Disney animation Mulan. Cute story, actually: My father told me we were 'going to the pictures', and for the entire film I sat there impatiently waiting to go and see 'the pictures'. Not until I demanded to be taken to 'the pictures' did I learn that the film was the pictures and that my father was using an outdated Irish colloquialism. Of course, it wasn't the Vue then, and as I recall, it had more of a touch of class about it. Pianist in the lobby, plush velvet carpets, that sort of thing. All gone now; the overheads were unsustainable once pirate DVDs and Torrenting came along.
P.S: What exactly are the other reviews for this chain cinema multiplex going on about, I wonder? Who knows? Who cares? I do, a bit, actually. Am I being left out of some exclusive club, full of people in the know about 'Icons'. Who are these people? I don't know! Most of them were all written on the same day! Is this the internet equivalent of placing a coded message addressed to a Russian sleeper cell into an advert in Loot? Ahhhh!ReplyShareMore