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Walking up to the cinema complex on George Street, the line I was expecting for the preview screening of Identity was not to be found. There wasn't even much of a crowd to speak of, but then it was Monday and damn cold. While a small group of couples were fanning their faces readying themselves for View From The Top, Belvedere and I were pointed toward an intricate trail of carpet and metal. Down and down. Over my shoulder I noticed a vested man who looked like he was trailing us. But then we happened upon the open doors of theatre 5 and he just as soon disappeared. A dejected girl was also waiting outside the doors and commented on the lack of a line. Small was the gathering, a set up for the mood and tone of the movie awaiting to be eaten in lieu of the free flowing popcorn and soda that was not forthcoming.
I sensed hunger, and with it a sense of burning, like a piece of the stomach cannibalising itself.
Rest of the review of Bloody Hands and a Shivering Spine; Identity
The train ride toward the dusken city induced a feeling of drowsiness. A feeling reserved for the travel to, from and at uni. Nevertheless, as the moment of sleep made its appearance it did not go wasted. Seconds later the train arrived at its destination. The people with jobs were on their stampede home, looking all the more focussed and determined not to fall asleep on the station platform but to find comfort in the drool pooling on the person next to them. The exclusive call left details to the location of the preview screening.
Either the street numbering had nothing on logic or the logic of the street numbers bore no sense as the building marked 238 was directly across that of 208. From the general feeling the security guard at the door was not all that bright. He had no idea on what exactly was taking place six levels up and argued with Jimmy about it. Not only that but his post was on a small set of stairs that he clambered up and down from as the other viewers made it to the building.
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