Moved by the movies

My local cinema is something of a favourite haunt. I have a membership. I often take friends, and I'm not averse to going by myself. Somehow, I never feel lonely at the movies. 2013 has, it seems, been another good year for films. These have been my highlights...

Cirque du Soleil - Worlds Away 3D

Cinema is the most beautiful fraud in the world.

John-Luc Godard

Silver Linings Playbook

The Impossible

Cinema should make you forget you are sitting in a theatre.

Roman Polanski

Hyde Park on Hudson

Life of Pi 3D

Juxtaposing a person with an environment that is boundless, collating him with a countless number of people passing by close to him and far away, relating a person to the whole world, that is the meaning of cinema.

Andrei Tarkovsky

Les Mis @ IMAX

Arbitrage

Side Effects

Lebanese Rocket Society

Place beyond the Pines

Great Gatsby 3D

The Heat

Lovelace

Ritzy Short Film Festival - feat. Arcade Attack (1982)

Photography is truth. And cinema is truth twenty-four times a second.

John-Luc Godard

The Audience

Philomena

Cinema is a medium that can translate ideas.

David Lynch

The Butler

Note to self: Renew Picturehouse membership.

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