The Picturehouse's latest branch, opened in the summer of 2015, sits on the site of the old Cineworld in Piccadilly's Trocadero centre, which has had a stunning revamp. Distancing itself from the old maze that was former cinema entrance, Picturehouse have walled this up and made a clear entrance on the corner of Shaftesbury Avenue and Great Windmill Street.
Inside visitors are met with a grand staircase paired with a film themed mural by US artists Patrick Vale and Paul Davis. There's also a ground floor café. Up a level you'll find the box office and the bar, before heading to one of the seven screens. Still in the same theatres the original screens were, these rooms have been overhauled with larger screens and comfy seats with more leg room.
Another climb up a level will take you to the gallery space and a members-only bar with a roof terrace that looks out over the busy streets of central London.
|Venue name:||Picturehouse Central||Contact:|
|Cross street:||Great Windmill St|
|Transport:||Tube: Piccadilly Circus|
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A gem of a cinema. Just a few minutes from the tourist trap of Leicester Square, you'll find Picturehouse Central. Reasonably priced, with a wide selection of movies. The bar inside is great in it's own right too. This has definitely become my cinema of choice.
I had to share this photo - and see others have done the same.
There are some places in London where just looking out gives you a sense of occasion.
The corner table on the Club Level here is just one such place.
Picturehouse Central is a great venue to see a film - its equally a good spot just to hang out.
Very civil and just metres from Piccadilly Circus.
The coolest cinema for miles around, and considering it's a stone's throw from the PCC, the ICA, the Curzon, and a couple of cinemas with the best screens in the city (OLS and Empire) that's saying something.
Am actually quite shocked to read these reviews on here. Is it the same place? Do people only care about decor?
Second attempt to come here last night (first attempt they had whored it all out to a corporate at last minute with no notice. Fun if you've travelled an hour to visit).
After a 40 min queue for tickets an same again for snacks. Got upstairs to be told restaurant closed (corporate do, of course) so had to stand around (no seats) for a while- no real time to go anywhere else as too busy to get down escalator and leave
Film: pretty good but sound was too quiet and so could hear everyone talking and eating. Seats lean back: result... However, when doing so they jerk the whole row meaning other people are involuntarily moving you the whole way through. Also- it's freezing! Air con in late Oct? Why?
Dinner after: food cold and took ages. Also the worst of the Mayfair art set and upper class hipsters (Dalstons a bit common now) jostling for space, clattering into poor couples trying to get some respite and generally braying bollocks
Whole thing such a shame I could cry