Damn, i'm definitely born in the wrong era. Can someone with a time machine send me back to Scala? I'll even take back everything bad I've ever said about British people (and there's a lot). Just let me every night push through a labyrinth of pitch-black room of unsittable chairs and random sleeping/fucking/hell-knows-what-doing fellows during John Waters/Walerian Borowczyk/some other delightful cinematic weirdo all-nighter. Are my standards too high???
Seen during the opening night of Warsaw MSN's Kinomuzeum
