Underground cinema in Brockley
What would have been really great is at the end of the film what the person had learned was: "You know what, 'there is nothing but fear, desperation and murder.'" Actually, the last thing that should have happened is that she goes back to America, she goes to Hollywood and Werner Herzog tells her that there is no God. The end.The People's Picturehouse is an underground cinema movement, currently squatting somewhere in Brockley. They are planning a Werner Herzog double bill this Saturday, January 22nd, from 8pm.
They say:
The People's Picturehouse is proud to present: a Werner Herzog double bill.
Situated in a secret squatted location in Brockley, South London, the Picturehouse is run out of the old bar/ballroom area. Entrance is free and film fans should email uscsquatcrew@gmail.com for guestlist and address details.
This Saturday we will be showing Lessons of Darkness (52m) and Encounters at the End of the World (99m), by the very wonderful Werner Herzog.
39 comments:
"Sumptuous snacks (pan fried breaded mushrooms, olive bowls & Eva's excellent home-made vegetarian pizza"
I'm really sorry but.... Where's the beef? That sounds like the menu you'd get at a protest against the Newbury bypass.
It's a film evening with food. Not visa versa.
The confused penguin in the artic film is a star. It reminds menof Lou, heading off into the wilderness despite the facts indicating that it will lead to a sticky end.
Why does everything in Brockley have to be so... vegetarian
You want nature red in tooth and claw? Head to Meateasy just down the road. Or, for that matter, watch a Werner Herzog film.
'The old bar/ballroom area' - where's that then?
More to the point which "squat" in Brockley has a Ballroom?
The Rivoli?
Manor Avenue I reckon.
The former Working Men’s Club on Manor Avenue is a squat and has a ballroom.
Seriously? How did that scabby lot get in there?
The Manor Club would be a candidate........yes
The only candidate.
Ahhhhhhhhhh of course.
I might broaden my horizons on Sat; I've not seen either of those Herzogs.
Jeez there's some bores on here, someone's putting on a free film night, with two great films, and putting on cheap food too in a disused building and all you can do is sneer... well take your three wheeled pushchairs and bog off, this used to be an artistic fun neighbourhood before the twateratti moved in...
I have seen the second one afterall, you can all relax!
Often amazed at the divisiveness of those who appear to be liberal...
The artisans ARE the twatterati!!!
and all you can do is sneer...
Who, apart from you, is sneering, Che?
Anon 1, Swampy and the Anon with the scabby comment were all pretty sneery.
However, I suspect that they may well regard themselves as being the down to earth voice of authentic old school Brockley rather than newbie three-wheeled prammers.
Who was here first, I always get confused?
"Who was here first, I always get confused?"
Ha! Hit the nail on the head. Everyone claims to be the authentic soul of the area.
And even more importantly who ruined it the most? I must know who to blame.
It's the age old question of SE4. What came first, the free range chicken or the organic egg?
oh them, fair cop - my eyes glazed over at the veggie meal moan. It's like mung bean, sooo last year.
It makes more sense to imagine a chicken despising an egg, rather than the other way around, so the chicken must have been first.
Hooray for Che!
Moved into Tyrwhit Road in 1984 so bit of a blow-in really.
Still soon be 30 years in Brockley.
Welcome TM, Tyrwhitt needs some new faces. 27 years? Soon you'll be accepted as one of us.
And you STILL don't know how to spell it, TM!
By the way, how IS it pronounced? I hear several versions of it, including turrrrwhitt, tyre-Witt and tirritt.
I used to go to school with a girl who had the last name Tyrwhitt and it was pronounced tirrit
I imagine you suffered more bullying than her, what with having Brockley as a first name.
I thought it was Tyre-wit, or perhaps Too-whit, as in too-whit, too-whoo
Some Tyrwhitt tired wit there.
No I enjoyed it really.
It's tirrit. I've done some work for the Tyrwhitt Drake Estate in Maidstone.
In the Time Out book of London Walks, local cartoonist Martin Rowson describes the locals referring to Tyrwhitt as 'Turdshitt' I think, I can't find it.
when's the next one? babysitting my nephew this weekend but otherwise i'd be there!
Has anyone been emailed back with the location yet? I'm still waiting to hear!
Time Out 'London Walks, Vol 1',
"A Short Walk in SE London with Martin Rowson", '...Go down the hill
past the Francis Drake Bowling Green to exit the park opposite Tyrwhitt Road (known to the locals as Fuckwit Road).'
The automated lady on the bus goes for something like "teer-whit". Then again, that's no guarantee of accuracy ("jerr-ARD" Street?)
or indeed "Arkley"
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