The Good, The Bad and the Multiplex by Mark Kermode, a review
I can still remember the moment I fell in love with this thing called cinema. Doctor Alan Grant, striding into a field, and looking out over the plains and seeing dinosaurs . Living, breathing up-there-in-all-their-glory dino-fricking-saurs! I didn’t know how Steven Spielberg had done it – but that summer in 1993, I sat entranced in my local flea-pit cinema (one screen, sticky floor, but with ushers, projectionists, chocolate raisins at the food counter; a cinema that didn’t seem to have changed since the 1930s and one I hoped never would: That old cinema is a Wetherspoons pub now.) So anyway, Jurassic Park was the first time I fell in love with the medium. I’d seen films before (Timothy Dalton as Bond in The Living Daylights in 1987, in the same flea-pit cinema… how I miss her! I’d been terrified by Spock as they Searched for him in 1984 and I was 5), seen many more on home video (I cherished those days when Mum used to bring home someth...