Readers on the best cinemagoing experiences and the joys of an intermission
The Electric Picture Palace in Southwold not only has a uniformed commissionaire supervising the audience, who dutifully queue outside before admission, but an intermission (Blockbuster or bladderburster? Why movie intermissions must return – now!, 21 March) during which an organist rises from below to entertain those queueing to buy comestibles from the ice-cream girl with a tray in the auditorium. Sherry can be purchased from the foyer.
The programme has an A and a B film, both introduced from the stage. At the end of the evening, a silver dish is passed along the rows of seats and people are requested to deposit their sweet wrappings etc in it before the national anthem plays and everyone stands to sing along enthusiastically. If the projector breaks down, song sheets are passed around.
