Unfinished Rant Against a Loveless Cinema

Some despise the multiplex, others eschew the arthouse, but in many reasonably sized cities it would appear that both can co-exist pretty well, making ends meet by catering to mostly different target audiences. The former impresses with giant-sized screens and state of the art equipment, the latter tends to provide warmth and intimacy as well as an atmosphere unrivalled by home cinema.

Frankfurt am Main plays host to a venue that doesn’t care about meeting the needs of either category, nonchalantly willing to piss all over its punters’ movie-going experience by serving up the cinematic equivalent of soggy chicken nuggets.

Meet the Turmpalast.

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Of Things Lost, and Won

My neighbour’s crying wolf via the medium of my doorbell, making it ring no less than three times in rapid succession. Perhaps he’s set his place on fire or he’s desperate for more toilet paper. Less likely, but as it happens, a lot more accurate, is that he wants to show me a massive box of Playmobil from the Egyptian set. My neighbour is now the proud owner of the official Playmobil pyramid.

He says he won this in Müller’s advent calendar competition – a prize contest that he’s entered no less than twenty-eight times. Needless to say he’s expecting more packages to be coming in during the next weeks.

Talking ’bout an Evolution

Lonesome Traveller

She gave him a drink and her blessing before she kissed him on the forehead and guided him out. She locked the bolts on the door carefully, knowing she wouldn’t be opening them again for years to come.

Something about the drink had lifted his spirits, making the night more palpable and the road ahead a little less daunting. He was grateful for that. Everything he saw looked different from what he remembered, so much so that it might as well have been all new territory, but she had fed him with a sense of familiarity that gave him the courage he needed to continue.