Plan for cinema (1936)

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ASPECTS OF THE SOCIAL SCENE 1 5 Court was told by learned counsel that a c ki-nema ' was a 'highly-coloured5 place of entertainment. As it is a wet Saturday afternoon there is a full quota of boys with their girls, factory hands maybe, for we are in an industrial town in northern England which boasts no theatre, but only a large series of singularly depressing and uninviting public-houses built in the worst of Victorian taste. The lights go out (no decrescendo of illumination, but a straightforward honest-to-goodness flick of a switch in the projection box) and we are invited to watch the continued exploits of a gentleman we seem to remember having seen before, a fellow who is forever involving himself in incredibly dangerous situations, contrived for his especial entrapment by another gentleman who wears a hood (for purely psychic reasons), owns a diamond, and lives with a lady whose virtue obviously, by the length of her dropearrings and cigarette-holder, is a questionable matter. The chalk-white and soot-black of the monochrome give the emaciated face and huge blinking eyelashes an added lustre as she turns on the water which will flood the secret tank under the dining-room floor where, after twenty breathless minutes of jumps from aeroplanes to moving trains, of motor-cars dashing over cliffs, of huge run-away locomotives hurling themselves into ravines, our hero is at last confined. And as the she-devil watches the needle of the pressure gauge rise higher and higher, with cruel curl of the lips and sadistic dilation of the nostrils, she turns nonchalantly to light her hundred and fiftieth Melachrmo