Can’t beat a ODEON Lux but I find it nigh on impossible to stay awake on the big seats when watching one of the kids chosen films , great way to go cinema though
Can’t beat a ODEON Lux but I find it nigh on impossible to stay awake on the big seats when watching one of the kids chosen films , great way to go cinema though
I’m the same in those Everyman cinema sofas......ZZZzzzzzzzz
Will be good to be able to walk to the cinema for a change.
Yep, seems like it's taken forever. The Vue will no doubt show all the blockbuster movies but once the Picturehouse opens I'll be able to see the better stuff locally, hopefully early next year for that.
One major problem they used to have at Bromley Odeon was the sound from one screen coming through into the other cinemas. Your watching a tender love scene during American Beauty and all you can hear is crash bang wallop from Die Hard 3!
No matter how comfy the seats, generous the legroom, good the sound, soundproofed from extraneous interruptions, reasonable the prices, the biggest factor deciding the quality of the cinema experience is the conduct of one's fellow cinema goers. Crunching, slurping, rustling of wrappers and the stench of the crunched and unwrapped. Wailing and involuntary outbursts from the obviously traumatised 6 year old dragged along to the wholly unsuitable 12A picture. The conversations that couldn't have been concluded in advance nor could possibly wait 90 odd minutes. The kicking of seats by uncontrolled fidget arse ankle-biters. The inevitable bladder issues of the witless guzzlers of multilitre cups of fizzy sugar solution. AND THE LIGHT POLLUTION FROM THE HEINOUS MOUTH BREATHERS AND THEIR RELENTLESS COCKING AROUND WITH THEIR PHABLETS -YOU'RE IN A CINEMA YOU SELF ABSORBED THUNDERCUNT- SOMEONE PRESUMABLY PAID FOR YOU TO SEE A BLOODY FILM YOU MISERABLE OXYGEN THIEF - I CERTAINLY PAID TO SEE ONE - PUT IT THE FUCK AWAY AND STOP SHITTING IT UP FOR THE REST OF US, then when the film's finished kindly find a hole to quietly die in and decompose without troubling anybody else ever again, thanks. Apart from those ever present issues, I might quite enjoy a film occasionally, but upwards of £15 to witness numerous pondlife chatter, tweet, facetime and stink up a couple of hours is a truly perverse choice of leisure activity. Odeon cinemas could perhaps ever spend a pound or two on cleaning off some of the detritus crushed into the upholstery, I choose to believe it was an aged portion of some choco bar or other... And the crunchiness under foot was probably errant popcorn, not anything self propelled or sentient... Tinkety-tonk and down with the nazis.
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Hope the Picturehouse opens soon too.
Will be good to be able to walk to the cinema for a change.
I absolutely love living in Beckenham but the cinema is so shit!
Crunching, slurping, rustling of wrappers and the stench of the crunched and unwrapped.
Wailing and involuntary outbursts from the obviously traumatised 6 year old dragged along to the wholly unsuitable 12A picture.
The conversations that couldn't have been concluded in advance nor could possibly wait 90 odd minutes.
The kicking of seats by uncontrolled fidget arse ankle-biters.
The inevitable bladder issues of the witless guzzlers of multilitre cups of fizzy sugar solution.
AND THE LIGHT POLLUTION FROM THE HEINOUS MOUTH BREATHERS AND THEIR RELENTLESS COCKING AROUND WITH THEIR PHABLETS -YOU'RE IN A CINEMA YOU SELF ABSORBED THUNDERCUNT- SOMEONE PRESUMABLY PAID FOR YOU TO SEE A BLOODY FILM YOU MISERABLE OXYGEN THIEF - I CERTAINLY PAID TO SEE ONE - PUT IT THE FUCK AWAY AND STOP SHITTING IT UP FOR THE REST OF US, then when the film's finished kindly find a hole to quietly die in and decompose without troubling anybody else ever again, thanks.
Apart from those ever present issues, I might quite enjoy a film occasionally, but upwards of £15 to witness numerous pondlife chatter, tweet, facetime and stink up a couple of hours is a truly perverse choice of leisure activity.
Odeon cinemas could perhaps ever spend a pound or two on cleaning off some of the detritus crushed into the upholstery, I choose to believe it was an aged portion of some choco bar or other... And the crunchiness under foot was probably errant popcorn, not anything self propelled or sentient...
Tinkety-tonk and down with the nazis.
Can it get any more exciting?