I’m incredibly lucky to have some pretty arty friends who introduce me to some cool things to do, one of those things being Secret Cinema. Secret Cinema host themed cinematic events based around classic and contemporary films. The idea is that you don’t know what you are seeing, a secret that is relatively well kept, even since it has become hugely popular over the last year or so. I’ve unfortunately never managed to make a true Secret Cinema, but I have however been lucky enough to attend two Future Cinema events. Future Cinema is the younger sister of SC – once the cat is out of the bag, they move to FC, where you buy your ticket knowing the film you are seeing.
A while back I headed on a pretty raucous night on the tiles with my old colleagues to see Bugsy Malone at the Troxy. It was a whirlwind night of 20s flapper dresses, dodgy dealings and pieing my boss in the face. (A feat that was hard to beat.)
This time round we returned for Rachel’s birthday to see Casablanca, the old 1940s classic. Only one of us had seen it before so we went in not really knowing what to expect… which turned out to be roulette tables, Moroccan furnishings, piano tinkling and a whole lot of ID checks.
Luckily Fran had some experience in creating 1940s updos, so we headed to her digs to get ready…
That Feames is a good multi tasker.
Freidy doing her thang.
Here comes the hairspray…
Rachel was already a pro at doing her own…
So off we trotted to the Troxy, where we met the rest of the girls.
The place was decked out to be ‘Ricks Cafe Americain’, the setting of much of the film. Moroccan lanterns, a jazz band, and glitzy dancers filled the room, which was giddily buzzing, particularly for a Sunday evening!
We settled down to our table and watched the film at about 9pm. Of course every time the famous Bogart line was uttered, the entire audience cheered.
‘Here’s looking at you, kid.’
And then the shoes (literally) came off, and we hit the dancefloor.
A few twirls too many later (I have a bit of a bruise on my head today, don’t ask) we headed home and fell into bed. The best way to spend a Sunday evening!
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