A strange cin­ema in­deed

Country Life Every Week - - Letters To The Editor -

YOUR en­joy­able piece on in­de­pen­dent cin­e­mas (Novem­ber 16) rekin­dled a mem­ory for me and many other stu­dents at Oxford dur­ing my time, in the mid to late 1980s, might also re­call the Penul­ti­mate Pic­ture Palace on Cow­ley Road and (Not The) Moulin Rouge in Head­ing­ton. The for­mer had a per­haps un-pc Al Jol­son face and hands above the en­trance; the lat­ter had a large pair of stockinged can-can legs—it is th­ese legs that now grace the Duke of York’s Pic­ture House in Brighton (above).

The cin­e­mas were op­er­ated by Bill Heine, who smoked the oc­ca­sional ci­gar dur­ing films and, quite rea­son­ably, plonked a large fi­bre­glass shark on the roof of his home. The films that were shown were eclec­tic and, on one or two oc­ca­sions, when I was the only per­son there, the man­age­ment pre­ferred not to show the fea­ture pre­sen­ta­tion to such a small au­di­ence.

All the world—and half a life­time—away from the ster­ile chain cin­e­mas of today. Andy John­stone, by email

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